I stand at the edge, heart heavy and torn,
Watching you drift where I can’t be reborn.
You’re tethered to someone, though I wish it were me,
But love isn’t love when it’s not running free.
I asked for your heart, for a chance to be whole,
But it’s bound to another—half yours, half soul.
Though the stars in your eyes still pull me near,
I walk away, swallowing the ache, my dear.
I wanted your warmth, your laughter, your light,
But I can’t steal what already has flight.
So I let you go, though it tears me apart,
Leaving the pieces of what was my heart.
In silence, I wander, this distance our truth,
Though you hold what I seek, I can’t take it from you.
So I’ll walk away, though it breaks me in two—
Because loving means letting go, even of you.
