Phantom Love

As the Sun’s meeting adjourns,
Lingering thoughts begin to yearn,
For a love not understood,
Nor experienced the way it should.

In parched deserts alone I walk,
Where mirages spitefully mock,
This misleading spectre by moonlight,
When day surrenders unto night.

It’s madness to think this way,
To endure another day,
Without you my phantom friend,
And quiet solitude, my only end.

Now dreams taunt me incessantly,
To awaken to more haunting realities;
A life without you, your love, nor mine,
More false promises of the mind.

This ghostly love imbued with madness,
And a beauty that aches with sadness.
With shrinking echoes of exclusion,
There’s little comfort in love’s illusion.