Smoke & Mirrors
Once upon a time, I met an amazing man, such beautiful eyes and the greatest smile. We shared a dance, one sweet little kiss. We had a dinner with the most loving family I have seen; they felt like mine. I fell so hard one night, reading very old French plays until the wee hours. It took so many days and nights of waiting, so many tears on the sheets. It was never anything overt, no, too smooth for that, just enough to question my own sanity. It did happen, though, I saw myself fading into something I am not. Once upon a time, I was a soul; beautiful, pure and free. We shared a life, one brief moment in time, and suddenly, I was smoke and mirrors just like you.