north linden
I cannot hold you back anymore.
My hands are tired, my soul is hollow.
I have bent until I broke,
and there is nothing left to bend.
I will not ask, I will not complain.
I will wait in silence,
until change finds you,
until you see the weight I carried
that should have been shared.
If you never return,
I will accept the truth.
I will swallow the ache,
let absence carve its scars
into my heart and soul.
They say love is worth bending for,
to protect the bond,
to keep it alive.
But if only one bends,
then love becomes a wound,
not a shelter.
Still, I will wait.
Not because you deserve it,
but because my love was real,
too vast for words,
too deep for silence.
And even if you never come,
I will carry it —
alone, but unbroken in truth.