Even though the thread was as weak as it shouldn't be,
it stretched against time, fragile but steady.
Everyone knew it was never built to last,
yet here it lies, at the edge of breaking.

The weakest phase, the strongest will,
a stubborn flame that refuses to still.
Against the odds, against the climb,
defying the weight, defying the time.
Even at the edge where breath grows thin,
strength speaks louder than the end within.

Even when standing at the cliff with no further bridge,
her voice did not shake, it carved through the ridge.
No tremor of fear, no backward glance,
fixed on his tomorrow - the future’s stance.


A Promise to Love Other Girl
She said it not as a plea, but as a command,
to love another girl like he loved her, when she no longer stands.
No room for sorrow, no grasping hold,
just a vow demanded, steady and bold.

Even the faintest idea of what could have trembled her,
came out of her mouth unbroken, secure.
So strong it shook him, stripped him bare,
and left an abyss, a silence hanging there.

So he stood before the vow she had spun,
not to grieve forever, not to come undone.
Her last decree was neither soft nor small:
“Love another girl - that is my final call.”

In her ending, she gave a beginning,
in her silence, she left him winning.
A vow to carry, a burden, a pearl:
to live on, and to love -
another girl.