WHAT REMAINS AFTER WE PASS

We spend our lives learning how to touch without holding,

how to stay while still drifting away.

Two souls meet, and for a while,

they build a world between their hands,

a fragile heaven held together by heartbeat and hope.

But time…

time is a thief with gentle footsteps.

It steals slowly, first laughter,

then warmth, until only memory remains,

clinging like light to the edges of what used to be.

And yet,

when bodies turn to bone,

when faces fade into the dust of days,

something lingers.

That invisible embrace.

That echo of love that didn’t need skin to exist.

That part of us that refuses to let go,

even when everything else has.

Because the truth is:

we never really leave each other.

We just walk in different directions,

carrying the same ache, the same lesson:

That love was never meant to last forever in form; only in effect.

And maybe that’s enough.

Maybe what remains after we pass

is the only part of us that was ever real.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁