echoes of a fading dream

it wasn’t her fault, it was mine all along,
falling for feelings that weren't meant to be,
chasing a fantasy, blind to the signs--
just a fool in love with what i wanted to see.

i sculpted her image with shadows and light,
painted her laughter on walls of my mind,
a gallery of moments that glittered too bright,
lost in illusions i stubbornly lined.

she was a flicker, a flame in the dark,
a sonnet unfinished, a song never sung,
and i was the poet, entranced by the spark,
writing the verses with hope on my tongue.

now the moon hangs low like a heavy old friend,
its quiet reflection spills into the night,
i sift through the silence, begin to amend,
wondering softly if i got it right.

it wasn’t her fault, i was chasing a dream,
building a palace of what couldn’t be,
but maybe in time, i’ll unravel the seam,
and find my way back to the truth within me.