One in 8 billion

To me, she shone, a rarest star,

A guiding light, a wish from far.

But to her, I was just a name,

A fleeting spark, lost in the flame.

I stayed beside her, calm and true,

Through stormy nights and skies so blue.

I wished her joy, though mine was gone,

A silent ghost still holding on.

She found her love, her heart now sings,

While I walk lost in shattered dreams.

No hand to hold, no voice to call,

Just echoes left—that’s all, that’s all.

The tides don’t wait, the winds don’t stay,

The sun must rise, then fade away.

No fate to change, no past to keep,

Some stars aren’t ours, just meant to leave.

Yet through the dark, I’ll find my way,

Through silent nights and endless days.

No love is lost, no heart’s a slave,

Mad heart, be brave.