The more I focus, the further you stray,
Even for a second, I want you to stay.
To escape from reality, to break free from this cell,
In this illusion of a dream, enchanted by a spell.
Every time I close my eyes, you fill darkness with light,
But the closer I reach, the more I lose sight.
You stood at the top of the stairs, reaching out to me,
Radiating a beacon of hope, I grabbed it hard with glee.
You are now a smudged painting, a lost faded sketch,
The more I try to remember, the more you look a mess.
Hues of yellow and pink, drifted in the haze,
Splashed with joy and delight, a picturesque mosaic.
It still lingers in my heart and soul,
That picture-perfect moment of a story gone cold.
I just had to pour out my thoughts :/ ~