Felt it was.
Thought it was.
But…it wasn’t 

I saw you…
smiling.
I felt your lips
kissing mine.
But when the amber’s gone
you vanished.
In thin air
you disappeared. 

The cinder is our only chance
but it has now turned to ashes.
The wind has blown away
the faintest flicker of hope
that there’s a “you and me.”

But…
It can’t be… shouldn’t be.
The “you and me”
is nothing
but a “could have been.”

You were there
or so I thought.
But you were never.
Or shall I say…
you should have not been there.

Everything was indeed perfect.
Or so I thought.
But everything is nothing
… but a mirage.

But I could still
hold you
kiss you…
that’s when you visit me
in my dreams.
Only in my dreams.
For the “we”
is but a dream.
And you
…. just a mirage.