I didn't come back to ruin your plans,
didn't knock to be rescued—
only to be seen.
You said it felt like keeping me alive
was something you had to stop for,
as if loving me was CPR
you got tired of giving.
But I was never trying to break you.
I was breaking.
And you…
you were the only one who stayed
when the cracks began to show.
I'm sorry—
not for feeling,
but for needing you so silently loud
that maybe you forgot I was trying, too.
You were my rock,
not my rescue.
You held me through storms I thought would kill me,
and I never mistook that for your job—
only for love.
You were never supposed to carry me,
but you did.
And for that,
thank you.
This isn't a plea.
Not a wish for what we were.
Just a soft bow of the heart,
a quiet goodbye.
You were light in a room
I didn't know how to brighten.
And I will never forget that.
If life ever brings you to the edge,
and no one is watching—
I'll still be somewhere in the distance,
hoping you fly
instead of fall.
And maybe that's enough.