I’m happy for her, truly, I am,  
she’s found a love that lights her dim.  
She glows in ways I’ve never seen,  
her world now colored in shades of green.  

But shadows fall where we once stood,  
our laughs and talks, our sisterhood.  
It feels like love drew lines in sand,  
where once we walked both hand in hand.  

I don’t begrudge her heart its place,  
or the joy she’s found, her sweet embrace.  
But does her love mean I must fade,  
a silent friend left in the shade?  

Friendship isn’t less, nor small,  
yet here I wait, unanswered calls.  
I cheer her on but wonder why  
my voice falls low, a soft goodbye.  

Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s fair,  
lovers first, with friends to spare.  
But deep down, quietly, I mourn—  
the part of her that’s now withdrawn.  

So here I stand, a bit undone,  
still happy for her, yet feeling none.  
Wondering if, as hearts rearrange,  
friendship must yield to love’s bright change.