And So You Ran

I sit here tracing the lines we left,

Half-written chapters, hearts bereft.

I replay words, I search for clues,

How did we crumble? What did I lose?

I would have loved you—fully, whole,

With every fracture of my soul.

Unwavering, steady, like oceans deep,

A love that dreams when the world’s asleep.

But maybe that love was too much to bear,

Too raw, too pure, too painfully rare.

You questioned my truth, said I wore a mask,

Accused my heart of a hollow task.

But it wasn’t pretend; it wasn’t a game—

Every word, every touch, burned in your name.

I gave you a love unbound by condition,

And maybe that blurred your guarded vision.

Perhaps you’ve never known this grace,

A love that holds, that gives you space.

A love that asks for nothing back,

That fills the voids where shadows crack.

Maybe you feared it, a truth so raw,

A mirror that showed the cracks you saw.

And so you ran, from what you couldn't trust,

Leaving us behind, love turned to dust.

But if you ever wonder, late at night,

If someone could have loved you right—

Know that I would have, endlessly,

Loved you in ways you’d never believe.

Yet perhaps this love was too much for you,

A gift you doubted could be true.

So now I sit with the ache and the art,

Of loving you fully—with an unheld heart.

~RMC