Unspoken

He’s a spark, a distant flame, A fleeting dream, but not the same. A smile that lingers, soft and bright, But too far out of reach tonight. His laughter echoes, warm and clear, A voice I wish that I could hear, But paths don’t cross, the timing’s wrong, And all I have is this silent song. He’s a star I can’t hold close, A story that remains unread, A heart that beats just out of sight, A love that I’ll never claim tonight. So I hold on to the spark that fades, And dream of what could never be made.