That’sSoRaven

What He Promised Me..

I watched him love her

in all the ways I begged for.

Gentle hands,

open eyes,

words that once tasted like mine.

Five years I spent teaching him tenderness,

building a man out of apologies,

swallowing silence so he could speak louder.

Now he whispers poetry

to the ghost of what I made.

And her—

my best friend turned confession,

my shoulder turned secret.

She wears my lessons like perfume,

smiles in the sunlight I carved from storm.

I wonder if they know

that every kiss they share

is stitched with my forgiveness,

that the warmth in his laugh

was born from my burning.

He gives her flowers,

and I remember planting the seeds.

He holds her close,

and I remember teaching him how.

Maybe love was never lost—

just stolen,

refitted,

and renamed.

But I hope when he calls her “baby,”

she hears the echo of my name.