Nothing more

I invested
days dreaming of when
we'd acknowledge destiny
and now you've left me with
nothing but the hope that I'll someday
resurrect the only
you I've known, and
never face the truth that
you're not
What my poetry envisioned
or the fact that this
painful separation is
my fault and that
you never owed me a thing.

You are now nothing but my most
painful remembrance, my
most favored hallucination,
built on backwards mirrors
my wish for redemption.

I loved the you
clothed in my words,
draped in white,
sprouting wings,
created from my
most distorted memories.

I think I'll remember
not to trust fate
to anything.

I pity my wasted words
secret verses,
that now mean nothing.