We never held hands

On a Sunday morning calm and quiet
But I feel the ghost of your fingers

Curling into mine

A warmth that never was,

But won’t let go.

We never danced

In the hush of kitchen light,

But I hear the soft hum

Of laughter that never rose,

See the sway of shadows

That never moved.

I mourn for a love
I never tasted,

For stolen glances 
that were never mine,

For a voice
 that never called me "home."

I fell in love

With a life that never existed
Pages unwritten,
Silence where our story
 should have been
Dreams were brighter than reality
And I was a sleep

So tell me

How should I grieve
 a love,
That never touched the world,
But wrecked me just the same?