A Small Light I Keep

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A Small Light I Keep

—a winter reflection on love, waiting, and quiet warmth.

Leaves fall, the wind turns cold,
and people quietly return
to their own places.

Time teaches goodbyes like that—
with a calm face,
as if nothing is being taken from us.

And so I often mistake it for truth:
that everything must pass,
and that letting go
is the only proper way to live.

But strangely,
some feelings cannot return.

Not because I want to hold on—
but because I believe
it isn’t finished yet.

Not as certainty,
but as something softer and deeper:
there is still too much left inside me
to call this the end.

Love is sometimes quieter than sound.

Without proving anything with words,
there comes a moment
when I realize
I’ve begun living
in the way I remember you.

Even without saying your name,
my heart keeps turning
in your direction.

I smile as if I’m fine,
and then suddenly—
a single memory rises,
and for a second
my breath forgets how to move.

That’s when I understand:

Love is not always a decision.
Sometimes it is simply what remains—
like a habit of the soul.

So today,
I light a small flame inside me again.
Not for someone else,
but so that I won’t go out.

Even if the world keeps growing colder,
I want to keep
at least one warmth within me—
a quiet light
that refuses to disappear.


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The Back We Will One Day Show

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She Simply Made Space

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The Quiet Act of Waiting She was not someone who tried to keep things. She was someone who knew how to let them go. Her hand was empty— not calling the bird, not preparing to hold it. Just open, as if flying away was always allowed. The white bird carried a letter, but she did not wonder what it said. Some feelings are already delivered long before they arrive. Things that leave rarely offer explanations. Understanding is left to those who remain. Petals fell. The light leaned toward evening. Below her, the city breathed as if nothing had changed at all. She was not waiting. She knew even waiting can become a way of holding on. So she simply made space. Some goodbyes are spoken through posture, not words. And some kinds of love remain only by knowing how to release them.
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