You Called Me Friend
I watched you from quiet corners of thought,
Not to be noticed, just gently caught.
In the hush between moments, I saw you smile—
A glimpse, a grace, enough for a while.
I never belonged to the light in your eyes,
But I cherished the warmth like borrowed skies.
You lived your life, bold, unaware,
While I stood beside you in silent prayer.
You called me "friend"—a word so light,
Yet heavy to hold alone each night.
I learned to listen, to let it be,
To love without hope of reciprocity.
No blame, no bitter lines to pen,
Only a wish we could start again—
Not for romance, or tangled fate,
But just to walk with you, a step innate.
Now time has softened what once did sting,
And left me with songs I seldom sing.
You were a chapter, not meant to stay,
But your echo walks with me, anyway.
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