The Beauty That Faded

The beauty that faded.

The Beauty That Faded 

I met you, a serendipity under the pale streetlight, 

A smile that could outshine the stars, 

Such beauty, so well put that my heart forgot to beat, 

Your name, your number, a token of hope, 

I walked away, dreams spiraling in my mind, 

Thinking, praying, believing, you might be the one, might be mine. 

The absurdity of it all hits like a tidal wave, 

A girl, a moment, a fleeting chance, 

How strange to place so much on a smile, 

How foolish to build castles on quicksand, 

Waiting for your message, a digital prayer, 

Each ping, each buzz, a potential salvation. 

But the silence grows, an empty void, 

A chasm where words once danced, 

I replay our encounter, frame by frame, 

Imagining the words I could say, 

The stories I could weave to win your heart, 

Yet, you remain a ghost, a beautiful mirage. 

Why did you smile at me, in that soft, enchanting way? 

Why did you accept to speak, to share a piece of your day? 

Why did you give me your number, a beacon of hope? 

Was it a kindness, a moment’s whim, a fleeting rope? 

Helpless, I dwell in the echoes of our meeting, 

Questioning fate, questioning myself, 

How could something so perfect be so fleeting? 

Why does hope burn so brightly only to extinguish? 

In the stillness of my room, your absence lingers, 

A reminder of dreams deferred, of love unspoken. 

I wish I could meet you again, just once more, 

To explain, to laugh, to share a moment, 

To make you see the world through my eyes, 

But perhaps, this is the lesson I must learn, 

Not all who smile are meant to stay, 

Not all who enter our lives are meant to be the one. 

So, I pen these lines, a melancholic ode, 

To the girl with the smile, the dream that faded, 

And in the quiet, I find solace in the absurd, 

The bittersweet dance of meeting and parting, 

For in every encounter, there lies a truth, 

A beauty that lingers, even as it. 

EzroniX Poetry.