i met you in a room made of mirrors,
where your face was always just beyound reach.
we spoke in languages no one had heard,
until the sky crumpled into paper stars.
each reflection flickered like a candle,
fractured glimmers of what could never be,
and the air was thick with the scent of longing,
sweet as salt on a distant shore.
i watched the light dance the shadows,
flickering through the cracks of reality,
where each heartbeat painted new colours
on the canvas of our unsponken dreams.
with every breath the air grew heavy,
carrying the weight of what we dared to
not say.
our time folded in on itself,
the mirrors shattered like glass,
moments slipping through my fingers,
and I chased shows cast by your laughter,
the sound echoing in the hollow of my chest.
Outside, the world blurred into a watercolour haze,
where the sun metled into the night,
leaving only the ghost of a promise that never was.