Once shared between me and you
the promised terrain of our dreams
our home, yours and mine,
quiet, cluttered, and enchanted
by the ease of our love,
is now a vast wasteland
abandoned
in a frozen moment of despair
in ashes
in dust…

And dust
is the revered child of nothingness
that perhaps,
someday
will bring us back
from the ruins of homes and hopes
and promises of dreams

I wonder
if watchful eyes, or any eyes
could have ever seen
the blurring of
those two unyielding realities….?
Or the way the hopes,
the laughter
and the dreams
that were never ours
multiplied into
shadows of missing lights?

No…. no one saw
No one could have seen
In the midst of illusions
Illusions that danced
Illusions that were ours…..

The curtain falls.
Our scene has ended.

We drifted, too soon.