You were never mine, not then, not now,
Yet in my soul, I still disavow
The silent ache, the quiet cry--
I lost you once, yet you never said goodbye.

You were a dream I dared not own,
A fleeting scent, a whispered tone.
Today I mourn what was never near,
A phantom love I still hold dear.

Though fate denied your hand in mine,
My heart still beats to your lost rhyme.
And in this void, where echoes stay,
I grieve the love that slipped away.