What Stayed

<foreign language . 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