Your heart is light and full of purpose
Trembling with hope and life
Believing a beautiful lie

Lenses of optimism obscuring signs
Seeing meaning in a look or glance
Thrilled by a phantom

This ghost haunts your memories
Once reality slams it's heavy gavel
The past rewritten

Truth sets free the specter
Unshackles the memories from their hopeful cage
But like Bitter medicine they linger

Hearts beating at different paces.
One flame growing brighter the other flickered and died
The dissonance of desire

Looks deemed precious
Shatter like glass
Beneath the weight of retrospection

Optimism unveiled as wishful thinking
Signs once ignored spring with life
Blossoming to painful thistles of shame.

Who were you talking with?
Them? Or a fiction created by your own mind
Grieving a ghost that never existed