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点击复制He looked at me like I was the last safe place,
But some nights, I was a storm in lace.
I saw him folding from across the room,
Sweat on his neck, breakfast at noon.
I thought — why's he always so far away?
But I never asked, just looked the other way.
He washed my dishes, cooked my meals,
But I missed the ache he tried to conceal.
Called him moody, said he was slow,
But never saw the war he couldn't show.
I wasn't blind, just tired and blurred,
Didn't know how heavy silence could hurt.
He gave me time, I gave him peace,
He called it love I gave him space.
Thought my kindness was enough,
But I used soft words when he needed tough.
Laughed through pain I never knew,
Called him broken — but that wasn't true.
I saw the bottles, smelled the smoke,
But didn't speak when I should've spoke.
He stared at screens while I watched him fade,
But still I prayed we'd make the grade.
I know he wonders how I see him now,
Not weak, not dumb just tired somehow.
A man who carried what he couldn't say,
And I? I drifted anyway.
I wasn't blind, but I didn't see,
That mercy was his cry for me.
He gave his storm, I gave it names,
And maybe that's my shame.
Still, I loved him — in my way,
I just didn't know how to stay.
I didn't mean to lose him,
I just didn't know he was slipping.