Introduction
I started writing this poem for him with no feeling at all. I was just studying the fight scenes in a Spider-Man movie, not feeling them. I was in entertainment mode, not in my creative mode to portrait the feelings.
Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!Then I watched an edit of those same scenes, set to an emotional song. Something in me broke open. I saw him differently. He saves everyone in the film. But he is still alone in his own heart. That edit is what made me feel the pain. Not the movie itself. The music and the images together.
Once I felt it, I could not stop writing. This poem for him is the result.
Table of Contents
The Poem
The Love I Carried
What was that feeling?
Had I stood between you and the world,
would your heart have ever turned toward mine?
Or was my forever
only a passing season
in your eyes?
After that moment,
my eyes searched for yours
as though light had forgotten
where to fall.
Maybe I did not fall in love.
Maybe I simply kept walking
toward a home
that was never mine.
I watched another
borrow the place
my dreams
had already built.
Still,
whenever your face found mine,
my darkness remembered
how to become morning.
Every step I took toward you
vanished into silence,
like footprints
the tide had already chosen
to erase.
My eyes became a language
you never learned to read.
No tear could measure
the love I carried.
Some grief
is too quiet
to become a river.
Was I only
a passing season
a savior in your story,
but never the one
who lived within your heart?
Perhaps that is love:
To keep carrying a soul
that was never yours,
To smile at the light
even when it belongs to someone else’s
The Story Behind the Poem
There was a real him once. Not in the way I wanted, but real enough to hurt. I gave everything I had, through texts, in person, in every quiet way I knew how to show it.He was there too. But he was never really there. I was building something. He was just passing through it.
That gap is where the tide idea came from. Footprints on sand get erased fast, no matter how deep they were pressed. What I gave got erased the same way. One line holds the whole poem for me: “My eyes became a language you never learned to read.” I said so much without words, more than once.
He never learned how to read any of it. That gap is where the tide idea came from. Footprints on sand get erased fast, no matter how deep they were pressed. What I gave got erased the same way, the same ache I wrote about in The Promise of Reunion, where I promised myself patience for someone who was never really mine to wait for.
I did not want a sad ending. I wanted peace. Giving everything and getting nothing back still meant something. It shaped who I am now, and it is what makes this poem true, not imagined.
Frequently Asked Questions
What is “The Love I Carried” about?
This poem for him is about loving someone who never turns around. Being the one who protects and shows up, but never the one who gets chosen. This kind of ache isn’t just personal. Unrequited love creates a real emotional imbalance, and researchers have identified it as taking a psychological toll that goes well beyond simple disappointment, according to Psychology Today
Why is the poem inspired by Spider-Man?
An edit of his fight scenes, set to an emotional song, is what cracked the feeling open for me. He saves everyone and still loses the one he loves. That mirror is where this poem for him started.
What does the tide and footprint line mean?
It means love that disappears before anyone even sees it. Effort that gets erased, no matter how much of it there was.
Is this poem based on a true story?
Yes. Every poem on this blog comes from something I actually lived, not from imagination. This poem for him is no different.
A Final Thought
I write poetry to hold what words alone could not carry in the moment. This poem for him held a season of my life I could not explain to anyone, not even to him. If you have ever loved someone who never turned around, I hope this poem feels like something you have already known, just never had the words for. If this poem found you at the right moment, you might also feel Poem on Love: No Thunder, No Goodbye, Just The Day She Stopped Waiting, about the other side of this ache, the moment someone finally stops.
