You were a dream.
A fain whisper of what was supposed to be
But your face disappeared in the haze
And all that's left
Is a memory of a bedtime story
before you fall asleep
A glimmering moment like somewhere in a dream
someone else's reality
Memories of you
don't seem so real
and your face is long forgotten
In the haze that once seemed clear
You were the prince charming
I dreamed up for myself
A memory of a melody
with long forgotten words
You're yesterday's sigh
into the dreamlike snow
A memory of a goodbye
You cannot hold a butterfly
long captive or it wilts
A flower must stay attached
to it's own stem or it will die
long before its time
You were a beautiful flower
That I got the chance of smelling
But had to leave in the ground
And now
not even a hint of smell can be found
not even a memory of such smell
But only a memory
that we once encountered
something beautiful.
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