Memories...

 In attic's gleam, where children gleefully play,

Their laughter rings, a vibrant, joyful sway.

Yet echoes linger, of smiles that once did gleam,

And you, my love, a phantom, a fleeting dream.

Imagination paints you, vivid and near,

A prophecy of joy, allaying all fear.

But fallacy it is, a mirage in the sand,

Our promises, like castles, built on shifting land.

Realities intrude, a stark and ugly sight,

Two souls entwined, yet lost in lonely night.

We dwell in this world, yet spirits, isolated and forlorn,

Yearning for a love that's forever gone.