Mirage

There was a moment,
a second
where I understood you.

A comment,
a joke
inappropriate
but perfect
followed by
an awkward silence
where one tries to
forget
or
remember
changing the subject
entirely
attempting to fill the air
with false normalcy
a fantastic mirage
veiling unhappiness
and
unwelcomed misery.

It was then
I realized that
it was not merely
Love
I had for you
but
so much more
and so much less
than this poem
conveys.