Let them be,
Do not dwell on those brightly coloured dreams
Or open the closed door
To that treasure trove of memories
That lie dark, heavy and deep in the mind.
Precious, yet so painful,
Now that the illusion no longer exists.
So fragile were the moments we shared,
But so real they seemed,
And so full of meaning.
Now I know there was no love,
No longing. Just some wishful thinking.
But the heart holds the fantasy close,
Refusing to let go,
Still laughing at your words of long ago.
But I still hope, against all reason,
That some of those lost pockets of time
Meant as much to you, as to me.
No matter how tight you hold yourself,
Misery will be your secret companion, as it is mine.