Shadows

I wanted this.
I keep telling myself that.
I wanted to be part of something,
That, for once, wasn't pointless.
To me it was true.
But maybe,
Once one of us saw something as old,
as hopeless,
as used,
It became that which you saw.
But to me, it was still real.
As real as the flavor of our kisses,
More beautiful than I could ever have imagined,
All I wanted was to feel the sky
All I wanted was to be up there, to fly.
A glimpse of true happiness,
Was all I was asking for.
But to you,
Those kisses,
Those sweet, sweet kisses
They were just whispers riding on the wind.
And us,
to you, we were only shadows.