Paper Thin

I just wanted to leave a footprint. Proof we existed. There will come a moment where you close your eyes for the final time and I don't want you to question what we had. I only ever wanted to be the last person you see. All the breaths I inhaled where solely for you. I lived, not to follow you, or give you direction, but to be right at your side, needed or not. I felt for you. I felt love. I felt happy. And I felt sad. I wrote a million words in poem and prose to certify all you are to me. I catalogued every moment we shared, all the things I never got to say. I was hopeful. That you'd break from your chains and fly to me. I've learnt my words won't set you free. My actions should've been enough. We're as paper thin as the pages we now live on I was afraid. That you didn't trust or understand the devotion. I felt I had to document every silly thing you said. I've kept away everytime you broke me, everytime I was made to feel stupid or worthless. All the hurt and I didnt turn away once. I'm still here. Don't doubt the devotion. I locked away all the times you held me high to grasp at the stars. Seems I was too late. The stars we see are already dead. I just wanted to leave a footprint. Proof we existed. Sometimes it's hard.