Just Someone Who Walked With Me
Last night, as I journeyed alone,
Through silent roads and shadows grown,
I felt a presence by my side—
No voice, no steps, yet none to hide.
A glance, a spark, a moment shared,
We didn’t speak, but somehow cared.
He matched my pace, not rushing through,
As if he knew what I’d been through.
No questions asked, no need to prove,
Just silent comfort in the groove.
We spoke in glances, hearts aligned,
Two strangers bound without a sign.
And isn’t that what friendship means?
Not noise, not crowds, not crowded scene's
But someone who, when nights feel long,
Just walks with you and keeps you strong.
There are some who cross your way
With motives masked in what they say.
No fights, no fuss, just let them go,
No guilt, no tears, just ‘now I know.’
But then, there are the sacred few,
Who simply stay and carry you.
We don’t need many, just that one
Who holds your hand when strength is gone.
And when I reached where roads did bend,
He slowly drifted, like the end.
No goodbye, no final plea
Just left a light inside of me.
It was then I knew, and smiled inside,
Who’d journeyed with me, been my guide
It wasn’t a stranger or passerby
It was him… the quiet moon in the sky.
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