What if there’s no happily ever after
greeting us with open arms & smiles?
Maybe there never was a bonafide you & I
dotting the stars on our way to forever.
It’s a long way down without your wings
to carry me back to our bitter reality.
Did my promises clip them;
of better days starring another me?
The man you deserved to hold
instead of the mirage lying beside you.
If only I were more flesh & blood
& less lofty sentiments of idyllic somedays.
Smoke & mirrors inundate our home;
we lay bare, exiled by unconsummated intimacy.
Blow the haze clear with your soft lips,
those that’ll never press upon mine again.
Distracted by false hope,
our future evaporates unceremoniously.
First published in the Bryant Literary Review Vol 24

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