Chapter 1 - I Was His...

"I Was His..."

I was his mirror,

showing him the best in himself—

like glass catching sunlight,

but he never looked back.

I was his umbrella,

held him through every storm—

like clouds shielding the rain,

but he left when skies turned warm.

I was his diary,

kept all his truths safe—

like pages full of his voice,

but mine stayed blank.

I was his midnight,

quiet and kind—

like stars watching over sleep,

but he never noticed the shine.

I was his lighthouse,

calling him home each time—

like light over restless waves,

but he sailed past the line.

I was his pause,

the breath between his chaos—

like silence that makes music whole,

but he skipped the calm.

I was his backup plan,

always right behind—

like a bookmark he placed,

but never returned to find.

I was his prayer,

soft, faithful, and true—

like hands folded in hope,

but never answered too.