The end of a dream

I have to accept that there will be no "us",

That this dream has fled, dissolved into shadow and night.

The cruel discovery broke me

The sweet secret hope of a sheltered love.

To imagine, in vain, this unrequited love,

Reveals to me the flaw, a void in search of a day.

Now that a child enters the equation,

Our union fades and dies without passion.

Just believing in this tiny hope,

May the mother be there, always, somewhere,

Leave in me this doubt, like a cruel poison,

Erasing any chance of a common future.

Why this look? Why this burst of soul?

Was it towards me that you threw this flame?

Doubt consumes me and my heart is bleeding

No longer knows where to find a moment of clarity.

I cry in silence, and every tear speaks to me

Of these signs lost in a sad veil.

To meet you without hope, the pain in memories,

Will be the hard test where my heart must hold.

I dreamed too hard of your illusory arms,

To make me realize that this was an inglorious deception.

There will never be a "us"... the dream ends,

And in the shadow fades what my heart raises.

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Some loves are born in the shadows, in the soul's recesses, and break before they see the light of day.

With this poem I invite you to feel the pain of an illusion of love, this attachment to an "us" that never really existed.

In poetry, every word counts, every line resonates. This text travels the paths of sadness and disenchantment in the face of an imagined love, which never existed, but whose dream has persisted in my mind. A dream that gradually fades, giving way to doubt and the painful acceptance of reality.

Through these verses, I reveal the painful journey of acceptance and renunciation, where hope collides with reality and the dream of a union fades into silence.

This poem is a sequel to my short story Confession of a Secret Love , where I revealed to you the beginnings of a discreet and inner love, a deep and silent attachment nourished in secret. The end of a dream continues this reflection, where the illusions of a hoped-for love confront a truth that leaves no room for an "us" .

Each verse sows a little more doubt, expressing this duality between a dream that I want to believe is real and the cold distance of reality that gradually imposes itself.

"The cruel discovery broke me

The sweet secret hope of a sheltered love.

These words highlight the fragility of a love which, although intense, remains a prisoner of the imagination.

One of the central themes of this poem is the ghostly presence of another person: the child's mother , who eclipses any possibility of a relationship. Doubt thus arises at the moment when I learn of the existence of a baby, an innocent being who turns out to be an insurmountable obstacle.

"Just believing in this tiny hope,

May the mother be there, always, somewhere, »…

These verses convey all the complexity of love: I am confronted with an external and inescapable reality, which makes the dream union impossible.

The child symbolizes both innocence and separation, he is the fruit of a story that is not mine, and recalls the depth of feelings that I should give up sharing.

The last lines of the poem are a slow descent towards acceptance, a path where I resign myself with melancholy, aware that this dream of love was only a dream.

"There will never be a 'we'... the dream ends,

And in the shadow fades what my heart raises."

The emotion builds with each word, as I abandon my illusions to accept the end of this story before it has even really begun.

The conclusion leaves a moving impression: that of a love that has been extinguished, but which, although painful, allows a form of liberation. Through this renunciation, I try to find a balance, as if I were taking back possession of his heart, already wounded.

The End of a Dream is not just about my lost love; it resonates with anyone who has ever loved the image of a person, a story built in their hearts but could never come to life. This poem invites us to question the dreams we nurture, the invisible bonds we sometimes create without reciprocity, and the trials of acceptance.

With this poem, I sought to capture that moment of transition between dream and reality, that border where love fades and gives way to a soothing silence, albeit tinged with melancholy. Perhaps, ultimately, love that is born in the imagination also has its own beauty, even if it proves ephemeral and impossible.

The end of a dream then becomes the ultimate confession of a love that only existed in the secret of my enamored heart, closing with elegance and gravity the story initiated in Confession of a Secret Love .