In Spain, the sun sets golden red,
But shadows fall where dreams have bled.
We walk the streets, you laugh, you smile—
Yet I know I’m a step behind all the while.
You talk of her with light in your eyes,
I hide my heart beneath clear skies.
Each word you speak, a bittersweet sting,
As I pretend the air doesn’t cling.
The beaches stretch, the ocean calls,
But it’s your voice that builds my walls.
For every glance I dare to steal,
You’re dreaming of someone more real.
In markets where the colors blaze,
I linger in your love’s soft haze.
While you’re caught in another’s arms,
I’m lost, adrift, in your quiet charms.
Spain shines bright, yet all I see
Is love, unspoken, dying in me.
You’ll never know, you’ll never guess—
That I’m the one who loved you best.
