I gazed at that feeling as it flew past my eyes,
Like a never-ending tale softly told in disguise.
I knew she was never meant to be mine—
For I am the burning noon,
And she, the soothing night.
Why do I give her so much of my thought,
When she only shows me I’m easily forgot?
We met for a few fleeting days I can count,
But their echo still haunts me—deep and profound.
I know I was never destined for her,
Yet deep inside, I longed for the rare and the blur.
Perhaps this bond was written in ages past,
A moment reborn, not meant to last.
We see the same moon in the sky each night—
But she is someone’s love,
And I am someone’s light.
And who told the world that love is two souls near?
It’s not—it’s a ripple of longing and fear:
For the one we never touched, yet can’t forget,
For the one we never held, yet still regret,
For a promise made in dreams—and unmet.
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