She had a heart like autumn light,

Soft and golden, burning bright,

But I was frost upon her skin,

A weight she bore, a war within.

She never left, she never cursed,

But I could see her holding hurt,

Through tired eyes, through quiet sighs,

Still calling me the good inside.

I was the weight she never chose,

The breaking tide, the wind that froze,

She held me up, I let her down,

A burden wrapped in love she found.

I saw the nights she cried alone,

Yet never asked for what I owed,

She gave me grace, I gave her scars,

She whispered hope into the dark.

She never left, she never cursed,

But I could see her holding hurt,

Through tired eyes, through quiet sighs,

Still calling me the good inside.

I was the weight she never chose,

The breaking tide, the wind that froze,

She held me up, I let her down,

A burden wrapped in love she found.

I dream of time that bends and breaks,

Where I could kneel, undo mistakes,

Erase the storms I made her face,

And leave no trace, leave no trace.

But ghosts don’t beg and clocks don’t bend,

She walks ahead, I make amends,

Not in her arms, not in her eyes,

Just in the weight I leave behind.