Dethroned Queen

Once, she was the moon that lit my night, A beacon of silver, so soft, so bright. Her laughter—music that haunted my sleep, Her beauty—a secret my heart longed to keep. Through endless streets, I wandered in vain, Begging forgiveness, drowning in pain. Yet silence stood where her love had shone, A ghost of a dream now cold and gone. Today, I saw her lost in the crowd, The girl who once made my heartbeat loud. Yet the glow I cherished had faded away, A shadow remained where radiance lay. How could time, in just one year's flight, Turn passion to echoes, love into night? What once felt endless now slips through my hands, A tale unwritten, lost in the sands. Dethroned, she stands from the heights of my mind, The queen of my heart, now left behind. A year has passed, and with it, I see— The love I once worshipped was never for me.