When a Ship Sails

I used to be somebody's.

Long before I was alone.

Their safe space resided in me,

and my energy was their home.

I used to love somebody special,

Long before that door closed.

Their journey crossed a different path,

far from the one that I chose.

I used to want to live out my promises,

that I once thought meant the world.

I had our story written,

Long before the chapters' end.

I used to be somebody's broken heart,

that is now mine left to mend.