Fleeting Circles

We spun in circles, a dance of delight,
Born in shadows, never seeking the light.
Your touch, a fire, too wild to tame,
Yet morning walks whispered none of the blame.

A love unspoken, bound by the skin,
Fragile as glass, too thin to begin.
The sunrise knew what we dared not say,
This was a story meant to decay.

The silence lingered, heavy yet sweet,
Our footsteps echoed on empty streets.
It wasn’t forever, just moments to borrow,
No promises made, no hope for tomorrow.

Now the mornings pass, and so do the flames,
I remember the walks, but forget the names.
We were doomed from the start, a beautiful ache,
A fleeting mirage we knew would break.