Past

Was the time you spoke to me sweet words
an illusion in which all of that I heard?
Those radiant smiles,
were they sights I saw when I was day dreaming, staring at the bedroom tiles?

Were the memories of you accepting me as the one you loved
something you now take as a thought to lock away a something you vowed?
I'm not in dreamland, where I see you and you always.
You must consider my sadness,
which is like the clouds covering the rays of the sun.