I heard the news—you’ve found your star,
a guiding light, a heart to spar.
In two years’ time, with vows begun,
you’ll stand beside her, call her “the one.”

And still I linger in the shade,
the fleeting dream, the part love played.
Not yours to keep, but yours to know,
a fire that burned, then let you go.

Like Taylor wrote in words undone,
“I was the girl before the one.”
The fragile bridge you crossed with care,
to find a world beyond me there.

I held your nights, your fragile fears,
the weight of silence, uncried tears.
I loved you raw, without pretense,
and paid the price of innocence.

It breaks, this heart, yet still it sings,
of fleeting loves and broken wings.
For though I’ll never wear your name,
I’ll always be the spark, the flame.

And when your story’s fully spun,
you may remember where it’s from—
the aching start, the songs begun…
I was the girl before “the one.”

Hey look, love was once here……you were once mine…all mine :”)