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GRIEF SHOWED ME WHAT
REMAINS
After everything else falls away.
After the shock.
After the first impossible year.
After the world stops watching.
What remains is love.
Unchanged.
Undiminished.
Stubbornly present in every room
grief tried to empty.
It remains in the reaching.
In the saved stories.
In the name spoken
into spaces that cannot return it.
Love is what survives.
Not as consolation.
As fact.
The most permanent thing
I have ever known.
