I came to you in pieces.
Not shattered,
just quietly undone.
Like a song forgotten mid-verse.
Like a home with all the lights off.
But you looked at me like I still made sense.
As if even the silence between my words
was worth listening to.
You held the parts no one else could carry.
Not with fear,
but with love.
With the kind of patience that feels like rain
falling gently, just enough to stay.
And now,
when I see myself through your eyes,
I almost believe I am whole.
So I ask,
quietly,
foolishly,
Can I stay?
Can I stay in this warmth,
in this breath between us,
in the space your arms make around me?
Can I stay forever,
right here—
where I am known
and still wanted?
