I long for your honeyed voice, the tender tone that you speak
I miss the laughter that you cause, without you my world is bleak
I wonder if your taste for the forbidden has faded into yesterday
I care about the changes, the meaningless conversations in my way
I want to believe that none of it matters, that true love prevails
I seem so lost without your presence, star-crossed and doomed to fail

Was it just a dream where nothing was as it seemed?

My love was genuine, a pearl of shattered glass
My trust, such a complicated, damaged mass
My poetry the allusion to your soul
My disease the wanton thing I couldn't control
My inspiration that was the dew upon your lips
My drug was your fascinating charm, the wounds it rips

Was it just a nightmare where demons served the scene?

Our palace to lay asunder, the stone to dust upon your hand
Our dreams, the fantasy that no one will ever understand
Our affair was the kind of love that empassioned writers draw
Our conversations that were easy but shy, flirting in awe
Our distance that caused such bitter tears and anguished fears
Our connection I once held so high, so dear

Was it just a crush where love was nothing but a foolish dream?


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Chronos, in the year 385 AF.