Bubble of a Dream

I know this is probably
another of my ideals -
dreams in a bubble
about to burst.
Yet, in the moment,
choosing to believe in
that happy ending
is ever so tempting.

But it's all too good
to be true.

While the bubble floats
I revel in the moment,
knowing all too well,
the bitterness
and the emptiness
of another broken illusion
that I'll taste
soon.

Knowing I'll be waiting
for something that
will never come.

I can't disguise
nonchalance with a smile,
as much as I try.

But I'll dust it off
as a beautiful memory,
and let it float away -
this bubble of a dream
too good to be true.