THE HAUNTING MELODY OF WHAT-IFS
A fugue of what-ifs,
A dance of chances missed,
A funeral march of dreams that never lived
I sought solace in your smile, your words, your charm,
But you were only a mirage,
A misleading oasis of warmth
In this desert if loneliness,
I thought i found a guide,
A companion for the journey
But you turned out to be a lie
-