He dreamt of her beneath distant skies,
A whispered hope, a star that flies.
Her laughter echoed in his heart,
Though oceans kept them worlds apart.
He waited long, through nights and days,
Imagined futures, wove displays
Of moments shared and hands entwined,
A love that fate had underlined.
At last, a spark ignited true,
Her words confirmed what his heart knew.
They loved each other from afar,
Two souls connected by one star.
He saved each coin, he toiled and strove,
To bridge the gap for his true love.
With hopeful eyes, he crossed the sea,
Believing dreams would soon be free.
But reality wore a different face,
In her eyes, a distant trace.
The warmth had faded, shadows grown,
In crowds he felt completely alone.
Their conversations turned to dust,
Replaced by silence, frayed trust.
He questioned all they'd ever shared,
Was it illusion? Had she cared?
The city cold, the colors drained,
He wandered streets, his spirit pained.
The life he'd pictured slipped away,
A faded photograph turned gray.
His mind unraveled, thread by thread,
Echoes of her filled his head.
Unable to accept the end,
A broken heart that couldn't mend.
Now he stares at empty skies,
No longer moved by stars or lies.
The world a stage of cruel jest,
A weary soul without a quest.
Life's a joke he cannot laugh,
A shattered mirror, torn in half.
He drifts through days, a specter's role,
A man undone, without a goal.
Yet somewhere deep within the night,
A faint remembrance of the light.
But buried under loss and pain,
He can't conceive to hope again.