'Twas a Summer Love

 ‘Twas a summer love,
Soft as the dusk on skin,
A season stitched with golden light
And laughter carried by the wind.

We spoke in stolen afternoons,

In sunsets melting slow,

With barefoot dreams upon the shore

And nowhere else to go.

Your eyes held July thunderstorms,

Wild, restless, warm, and bright,

And every touch became a spark

That lingered through the night.

The fireflies knew all our secrets,

The moon became our guide,

While hearts too young to fear the fall

Still loved with reckless pride.

But summers fade like painted skies,

And tides forget the sand,

Yet somewhere in the quiet dark

I still reach for your hand.

For though the years have carried on

And changed what once was true,

Each summer breeze still whispers low—

I once belonged to you.

Holding On, Letting Go

She once believed...

This life would hold.

Like hands that never let go,

Like promises that didn’t need

to be spoken twice.

She poured herself in quietly,

in a thousand unseen ways,

in patience,

in understanding,

in choosing “us”

even on days it felt heavy.

But some distances

don’t arrive all at once.

They grow slowly,

in the spaces

where words are withheld

and hearts learn to sit alone.

She tried,

more than anyone will ever know.

Tried to mend,

to wait,

to soften the edges

of something that kept slipping away.

And somewhere along the way,

she began to feel

the quiet ache

of losing herself.

Leaving was not sudden.

It was a tender,

aching decision,
One that came

after she had given

all she could.

She did not walk away

because she stopped caring.

She walked away

because she finally

started caring for herself.

Even now,

she carries both -

the grief of what was

and the gentle hope

of what can still be.

Sometimes the bravest kind of love,

is the one

which lets go

with compassion.