You stood with me through storm and fire,
Shared dreams that lifted, hopes that inspired.
We built from dust, with calloused hands,
A vision stitched from shifting sands.

We laughed in light, we fought through shade,
And for a time, the fears did fade.
You gave your heart, your strength, your will,
And walked beside me up the hill.

But life has turns we can’t foresee,
And now you say you must break free.
Not out of spite, or loss of care—
But need, and weight too much to bear.

I see the truth behind your eyes,
The quiet hurt, the last goodbyes.
And though it cuts, I understand:
Not all can stay and still withstand.

So go with grace, not guilt, not shame,
You’ve carved your part into this flame.
The road diverges, and that’s okay—
Our bond was real, if not to stay.

And I’ll keep walking, lone but whole,
Still burning with the same old soul.
For those who leave, and those who’ve gone

Your footprints help me carry on.