I see you now, a pillar of grace,
Striding strong in a brighter place.
The shadows I fought to help you leave,
Are gone, yet I’m the one who grieves.

Through nights of storms and silent wars,
I patched your sails, I braved your shores.
You were adrift, and I gave my tide,
Only to watch you now, in another's stride.

Your laughter rings with a golden hue,
A sound I longed to make come true.
But the echoes of my whispered care,
Are lost in the life you now declare.

I tilled the soil, I sowed the seed,
Nurtured your roots in your time of need.
Now you bloom, a garden free—
But not a petal turns toward me.

Is it selfish to feel this ache,
For the joy I wanted to partake?
I wished you well, I swear I did,
Yet envy lurks where love once hid.

Perhaps the groundwork was never mine,
Just borrowed hands for a fleeting time.
Still, I wonder if you ever see,
The pieces of me that set you free.