Mine in a Mirage, Lost in the Dark

 I knew someone picture-perfect in every way

so dreamy that no one believed she was mine one day.
No one thinks we laughed inside her little space,
or that she cooked for me with warmth I can still taste.
She held me close when the world felt unsafe,
called my name softly, like a promise she’d keep safe.
I watched her smile slowly take its place,
a look so full of hope it lit the darkest space.

But then the night crept in, and the colors began to fade
her smile, slowly drifting like a shadow unmade.
The warmth in her eyes turned distant and unclear,
And the hug I once knew slipped away from near.
Her voice grew faint as darkness filled the air,
calling my name softly, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.

Doubt settled in, hunger grew inside my chest,
and suddenly the place that felt like home felt like unrest.
All that’s left now are pictures fragile as paper dreams, 
memories fading at the edges, quieter than they seem.
I once had someone who felt too real to forget,
But waking up from that dream turned into a nightmare I met.