A Year Ago, When I Felt
A year ago, I stood at the edge,
Heart heavy with love, yet a fragile wedge,
Between what was real and what I pretended,
In a story I wrote but never defended.
I felt the cracks beneath my feet,
Each word unsaid, bittersweet.
A love once bright now cast in shadows,
Echoes of laughter turned to gallows.
I stayed too long in a fading light,
Clutching hope through sleepless nights.
But love is not a cage, I learned,
It’s a flame that grows, not one that burns.
A year ago, I let you go,
Released the weight I’d come to know.
It wasn’t hate; it wasn’t pain,
Just the quiet truth we’d gone insane.
And now I stand in a world anew,
With someone who sees me and loves me true.
But the ghost of us still whispers low,
Of a year ago, when I let you go.
In letting go, I found my way,
To the love I cherish today.
So here’s to the endings, raw and real,
The scars that taught me how to heal.