What Was

I always knew I'd never see,
The real you, The real us.
At night I am haunted
By visions of what might have been
Visions of a face I know I'll never see.

Yes, you stalk my dreams,
You wander through my thoughts
As I try to sleep.

In the middle of the night I awaken,
With your name on my heart,
On my lips,
Pounding through my head.

Like a curious child,
I touched the flame,
Just to see if it would burn me,
Or offer me warmth and comfort.
And yes, my love, it burned.

But, in the way you haunt me,
I have the afterglow to keep me warm,
I always knew you'd never let me see your face,
And what lies behind the mask.

I always knew you were nothing but a vision,
I always knew I'd never see the real you,
And still, I am haunted by what we,
By who you,
Might have been.
If you had been real.

You said you knew,
But never truly knew,
The real me, The real us.

I see visions of what could have been,
But I know they'll never be.

Your face,
Which is forever in my heart,
Burns me until the end of time.

I try to call your name out,
But no sound comes from my lips.

The flame in my heart is dying,
And I don't know if I'll ever stop crying.
I'm running after you,
But you're too far away.

I wake up in a sweat every night,
Wondering if it was all a dream,
And if it was,
Why my heart aches.

Maybe it was real, But I will never know.
Because what once was there,
Is gone forever.