My thoughts were the shadows of my desires.
So I withheld them from being lost into the arms of ceaseless eternity.
These thoughts were gilded in possibilities, the purest of gold,
Yet, the ashes were ignited with forlorn hope.

And I waited for you, my Phoenix,
To rise from the flame that never flickered.
The ashes were the death of a dream
Which never seeped into reality.
It was the death of something that never really lived.
It was the death of the envisioned mosaic of you
For your heart was the one I never knew.

Sometimes we don’t suffer the loss of someone
We suffer the loss of what they could have been.
The loss of their ghost that lived in our cosmos.
And at that fleeting moment, they’re fully gone
When their each and every echo escapes from our mind.

© Netra.