I Live on in Your Heart

Some mornings you can make the tea and almost trust the day.
And something small, a neighbor's song, can take your breath away.
You smile because the story's told, then ache when it is through.
There isn't one right way to feel when you're learning life anew.

Take it gently, one hour at a time.
You don't have to make the hurt make sense.
Let the tears come.
Let the quiet stay.

You can miss them and still find your way.
Love doesn't leave because a life is gone.
It changes shape and carries on.
There's no map for what you're walking through, just the next small step and the love you knew.

Some days anger takes the chair.
Some days guilt comes walking in.
Some days you're grateful for a laugh, then wonder if you've sinned.
But joy is not a door shut tight, and grief is not a test.

Your heart can hold the things you miss and still take time to rest.
Take it gently, one hour at a time.
You don't have to make the hurt make sense.
Let the tears come.

Let the quiet stay.
You can miss them and still find your way.
Love doesn't leave because a life is gone.
It changes shape and carries on.

There's no map for what you're walking through, just the next small step and the love you knew.
You may find them in the words you say, in the kindness that you give, in the little ways they changed your world, in the reasons that you live.
And when the dark feels wide and deep, you don't have to face it all.
Just reach for someone, say their name, or let the tears fall.

Take it gently, one breath at a time.
There is no clock that grief must follow.
Let the love stay.
Let the questions be.

You can carry them and still be free.
Love doesn't leave because a life is gone.
It changes shape and carries on.
There's no maps for what you're walking through, just the next small step and the love you knew.

Just the next small step and the love you knew.