Finding Hope in Love After Loss

Love Never Dies

I thought I felt her slip away like the wind that night,
when the early morning hours stretched too long,
and the vital signs flickered like ghosts 160 beats per minute, me
whispering, beat on, beat on, laboring heart

I waited in the quiet of the ICU waiting room.
humming a song only hearts understand
tapping its boot to the rhythm of fate.

After, later, I tried to drown your memory in a mania of forgetfulness,
but your name rose like a prayer on my lips.
And every sad song on the jukebox
sounded like your laughter before your death.

No more king size bed for me, only a twin with a night-light for I feared the dark.

‘Cause love never dies,
it just takes the long way home,
through broken roads and sad goodbyes,
through midnight prayers and tireless hope.

I see you in the sunrise,
hear you in the hush of a lullaby,
feel you in the space between words
where no one else knows to look.

And maybe time’s a thief,
but it can’t steal what’s written in blood,
etched in the marrow of memory,
sung in the soul of forever.

So I’ll raise my glass of water to the ones we keep,
to the love that lingers, the love that fights,
the love that whispers in the early dawning light —
Darlin’, love never dies, and there ain’t no Rehab for a broken heart…