I have good days, yes.
a poem about grief and the passing of time.
I have good days, yes.
Days where the sunlight glistens and dances with dust particles which don't remind me of shadows lingering in my heart.
The grief persists even when the glitter of the sun beams bounce off my heart and every song I hear is my favorite.
The grief persists not because it has to hurt, but because how good it was to love you.
Grief persists to remind me that I had something to lose,
and that no matter where I go and what comes in later,
I have a heart big enough to hold a room for those no longer a part of this world.
Their room will always have a light on in my heart.
There are days where all I can do is sit in their room,
knowing they won't be coming back anytime soon,
lingering by a picture to feel the warmth of their inner flame,
knowing it won't ever be the same.
It's not bad, as much as it is the way it has to be.
And there is so much beauty in grief, as it comes to be.
For the love is there for us to carry for eternity.
So even in the lonely days they're there with me,
a reminder of the love I've given and will give as long as my heart will beat.
(This piece is an older piece that I am reposting since I have had a bit of creative blocks lately.)