The love remains - a poem about grief

While preparing to guide a full-day grief ritual, I found myself reflecting on how grief doesn’t disappear - it simply changes shape.

This poem came through in that space between planning and presence. It felt like a message meant not just for one person, but for many.

For anyone whose grief still walks beside them.

For anyone who needs to know: the love hasn’t gone.

This is The Love Remains.

I used to look for you every day -

in all the places you used to be.

The smallest thing reminded me of you:

your voice still ringing in my ears,

your smell still fresh in my mind.

Time has passed, and now I find

the memories are not as sharp,

not so easy to call to mind.

I worry about the little things

I can no longer recall -

it feels like time is stealing you away.

While time has dulled the edges,

I know that I will never forget

the love I feel for you -

and the love you felt for me.

My life has grown around your absence,

but you are still with me.

You are forever in my heart.

I will always remember and honour you.

While you are gone,

the love remains.