i thought you will
last forever.
in the same way
i thought poetry only
rhymes.
but it doesn't,
and so are you.
it was a long time ago.
too long to remember now
but i do,
anyway.
like fireflies on a summer's eve,
you illumined every path
leading to this final solitude.
briefly but brightly.
the show was beautiful while it lasted;
i'm honest enough to admit that.
but like everything you
ever taught me:
illusion has a way of obscuring reality.
it was a little late
when i became aware
of your cryptic absence.
for a while,
i thought you would come back.
no, i believed you would.
over the years, though,
that faith slowly dampened.
until, one day, it completely disappeared.
like you.
i wonder,
from that first moment,
were you ever there at all?
