LaI arrived too late to be your first love,
Out of time and out of reach,
I know not how I got here,
You’ve had not just a first and second,
But a third, fourth and a fifth,
None fitting enough to bear the burden,
None worthy enough to be your knight.
I come not as a contender,
Nor a charlatan,
I come as the light that shines at the end of the tunnel,
The epilogue to the farce you’ve had to call love,
The solemn message that your heart can finally relax,
Lies in my smile.
I need no grand entrance,
No trumpet to announce my presence,
No crown to claim what is not mine,
Only quiet hands, steady and sure,
Only a heart that has chosen you without noise.
I have seen the ruins you carry in silence,
Heard the echoes you pretend not to hear,
Felt the tremble beneath your laughter.
And still, I remain,
Though I would be lying if I said,
There were no moments I feared the weight of staying,
Not to rewrite your past,
But to sit gently beside it,
Not to erase what broke you,
But to prove you are still whole.
If love has been a storm to you,
Then let me be the calm after,
Not loud, not urgent,
Just present,
And in that quiet, I have seen you soften,
Not all at once,
But enough for me to know
I am no longer standing alone.
And if you ever wonder why I stayed,
Why I did not turn away from the fragments,
Know this…
I did not come late,
I came when your heart finally needed someone
Who would not leave,
And in choosing you,
I, too, found something worth staying for.