"I Was His..."
I was his mirror,
showing him the best in himself—
like glass catching sunlight,
but he never looked back.
I was his umbrella,
held him through every storm—
like clouds shielding the rain,
but he left when skies turned warm.
I was his diary,
kept all his truths safe—
like pages full of his voice,
but mine stayed blank.
I was his midnight,
quiet and kind—
like stars watching over sleep,
but he never noticed the shine.
I was his lighthouse,
calling him home each time—
like light over restless waves,
but he sailed past the line.
I was his pause,
the breath between his chaos—
like silence that makes music whole,
but he skipped the calm.
I was his backup plan,
always right behind—
like a bookmark he placed,
but never returned to find.
I was his prayer,
soft, faithful, and true—
like hands folded in hope,
but never answered too.