What Stayed

<woman . January, our old light. Held my breath,

held on tight. Said I'm fine like a prayer. Didn't know me, still went there.

Every mirror asked me why, every quiet told the truth. I lost some

things I thought I'd need. Found my voice in broken scenes. Some doors close

soft, some too late. I learned the weight of what

stayed. Love like fire, love like rain. Love the hope, more than the

pain. Built a dream on almost true. Watched it fade by

afternoon. Stop mistaking sparks for home. Stopped calling lonely,