Whispers of a Mirage

I thought I walked upon clouds of your voice,

each word of yours a thread of light

weaving castles in my chest.

Your eyes, mirrors of a secret universe,

promised me worlds where everything was soft,

where my shadows could finally rest.

But your hands held nothing but smoke,

and your smiles were traps disguised as tenderness.

The love I felt… was a stage,

and I, the actress silently applauding.

I realized your sky was a false canvas,

and your dreams, mirages in which I got lost.

Alone I remained among golden ruins,

my heart remembering what was never truly mine.