I remember

 

A friend found this poem on Facebook the other day and it just hit home. I think you will be able to relate.

There are days
when grief is a mountain,
and I am certain
I was never meant to climb this high.

Then I remember you.

Not as the day I lost you,
but as the man who never stopped believing
that tomorrow could still hold something good.

So I take one more step.

I carry your laughter
like a light in my pocket,
your love
like a hand against my back,
and your memory
like a compass pointing me home.

I still whisper your name
to the morning coffee,
to the evening sky,
to the quiet stars we once watched together.

I miss you in every season,
but love has never measured itself
by distance or time.

It simply stays.

And if you can see me from where you are,
I hope you know this:

I am still trying.

Some days I stumble.
Some days I cry.
Some days I only manage one small step.

But every step I take
is carrying the love we built together.

Until the day we meet again,
I'll keep living the story
that your love gave me the strength to continue.

Ann Marie