I held your hand, steady and
strong,
While mine trembled, unsure
where it belonged.
You spoke a language I longed to
know,
A symphony of emotions, deep
and slow.
Your words were like water, clear
and deep,
While mine stumbled, scattered,
half-asleep.
You needed a partner, steady and
wise,
But I was still wrestling with old,
buried cries.
The past lingered, a weight in my
chest,
Ghosts of lessons I’d never
addressed.
I sought to unravel the knots in my
mind,
Through quiet work, hoping
answers, I’d find.
I tried to meet you where you
stood,
In a place I admired, a place I
understood.
But the climb was steep, my tools
so few,
And my progress always fell short
for you.
Each moment I saw your growing
despair,
A silent verdict in the way you’d
stare.
You needed someone whole and
true,
But I was still learning to carry my
truth.
The day you left is etched in my
soul,
A fissure that swallowed me
whole.
I thought love could be patient,
steadfast, and kind,
But you needed more than me
you’d find.
It broke me to see the door close,
To know you’d given up on what I
chose -
This journey of healing, slow and
raw,
Too painful to witness, too full of
flaw.
I screamed in silence, clutched the
pain,
Grieved the loss, the guilt, the
shame.
For while I climbed, still covered in
scars,
You vanished in the night like
fading stars.
And yet, I press on, step by step,
Through the ache of what’s been
left.
Your absence a shadow, your love
a plea -
To become better - not for you, but
for me.
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