Left shattered by a voyage so fleeting,
with echoes of could-have-beens and might-have-beens,
a life yet to be lived,
etched indelibly upon the canvas of my mind.

A plethora of unanswered riddles linger,
questioning my place in your heart,
while I convince myself that it's but water under the bridge.

Yet in my dreams, you reappear,
as if time’s fabric has unraveled,
and in another existence, we are eternally entwined.

To you, I was a sealed tome, a fact I now lament,
for I remained ensconced in my cocoon,
paralyzed by an untamable dread,
failing to unfurl my love’s true essence.

Gradually, I endeavored on this journey,
only to find myself adrift,
but was I ever truly yours?
Slowly, the vessel of our connection foundered.

As days pass, so too does hope wane,
of salvaging a course gone astray,
and you remain blind to my plea for rescue, deaf to my silent cries,
for your pride is your deity, or perhaps, so entwined with love's illusion.