Losing Form

I thought loyalty was the anchor,  

A steady hold in the storm.  

Yet it shifted like the tides,  

Changing shape, losing form.  

Her words once wrapped in promise,  

Now echo, hollow and bare.  

A love I thought eternal,  

Dissolved into thin air.  

Was it love, or just a need?  

A fleeting spark to warm the night?  

Once her needs found other flames,  

Her heart took flight.  

But still, I hold no anger,  

Just the ache of lessons learned.  

Loyalty’s a fragile fire—  

Not given, but earned.  

So I let her memory linger,  

A shadow soft and dim.  

For though she strayed from the harbor,  

I’ll find my strength within.