The Love Letter

This poem is born from reflection on all the love I’ve seen and the difficult goodbyes we sometimes must face. Our memories often feel like unwritten love letters, silent messages that continue to play in our minds and hearts long after someone has gone. When you revisit these memories, when you re-read those unspoken words, you are gifted with a gentle moment in time, a reminder of how much love was shared and how deeply you were loved. It is a tender reminder that, even in absence, love endures.

It started gently...

not with fireworks, but with something easy.

A look that lingered,

a feeling that felt safe.

Love showed up slowly,

in morning coffee, shared blankets,

and the way one person always waited for the other to walk through the door.

The memories live in the smallest things now...

a scent, a song, a place you haven’t been in years.

They return like soft echoes,

reminding you of what it was to belong to someone,

to be part of something quietly beautiful.

You may not remember every detail,

but you remember how it felt to be loved like that.

Over time, it becomes the story you hold close...

the first kiss that made the world pause,

the last one that held on just a little too long

or not long enough.

You find ways to speak of them,

without saying their name,

as if telling the story keeps a part of them here,

woven into your every day.

And when the final breath is taken...

it doesn’t erase what was shared,

The love remains, tucked inside you

steady, unshaken.

It becomes the letter you never had to write,

because your life together was the ink.

And long after goodbye,

it is still being written.

xo

Gabby