What Stayed.

Not everything follows you.
Some things—just arrive.

—

You’ve let go of a lot.
But maybe that’s not the point.

The real question is:
What stayed?

What held through the unraveling?
What still reached for you when you stopped reaching back?
What knew who you were
before you became it?

That’s what matters.
Not who left.
Not what ended.
Not even what healed.

What stayed—
is the part of you
that never needed to be fixed.

The part you didn’t grow into.
The part that never left.

The part time couldn’t reshape—
even when it kept moving.

—

Signed in stillness,
Angela
the voice beneath
Daughter, Unwritten