I held a dream within my hand,
A castle built on shifting sand.
Each brick a glance, each stone a smile,
A fleeting hope that stayed a while.
Your voice, a song I longed to keep,
A melody that stirred the deep.
But every note was bittersweet,
A dance undone, incomplete.
We walked the edge of what could bloom,
But fear had filled the quiet room.
The words we dared not speak aloud
Became a wall, a heavy shroud.
In every laugh, a shadow stayed,
A truth we both, in silence, laid.
We painted skies with what we felt,
But never dared the hand fate dealt.
Now time has swept you far away,
A ghost of love in yesterday.
I wonder still, in moments lone,
If you, too, feel the seeds unsown.
For love unreal is love unspent,
A yearning left without lament.
Yet in my heart, you'll always be
The love that never came to me.
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