I know the weight you carry alone,
Perhaps I’m not the place you choose
to lay your burdens, your hidden blues,
through quiet nights and unopened doors.
Though distance grows in silent ways,
occasional storms remind me
that I too am weak in bone and flesh,
yearning for warmth that tells me I’m not alone.
No distance dims the vow I hold,
no silence breaks the thread we spun.
Though you walk your path in shadows,
I wait, I love, I’m still the one.
So take your time, your space, your fight,
I’ll guard the flame, I’ll keep the light.
And when you’re ready, when storms subside,
you’ll find me waiting, right by your side.
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