I Held the Line, But You Let Go

A cycle of poems «Your Love Was My Siege Weapon»

Midnight storms, a battle cry,
Promises in wind that fly,
Steel resolve within the flow -
I held the line, but you let go.

Fortress built on vows and pain,
Now the echoes just remain.

I held the line, but you let go,
Stood through fire, thunder’s blow,
Heart unbroken, spirit low,
Left alone above and below -
I held the line, but you let go.

Waves of doubt and breaking light,
Fought for love with all my might,
Clinging hard through endless night,
Your fading grip escaped my sight.

Fortress built on vows and pain,
Now the echoes just remain.

I held the line, but you let go,
Stood through fire, thunder’s blow,
Heart unbroken, spirit low,
Left alone above and below -
I held the line, but you let go.

Shields once shared are shattered ground,
Faith in ruins all around,
Hope retreats without a sound,
Lost where only ghosts are found.

If time could turn and fault rescind,
Would you grasp my hand again?
Or leave our story to the wind,
Two heroes fallen in the end?

Dawn ignites the battle’s end,
Scars remain that will not mend,
In the silence, truth will show -
I held the line, but you let go.