When the world rearranged itself
around your absence.
When people moved forward
at speeds I couldn't match.
When the calendar kept turning
without asking
if I was ready
for another month without you in it.
Through all of it.
Love stayed.
Planted in the center of everything.
Refusing to be moved by any of it.
That is how I know it was real.
Real things stay when
everything built on
something lesser
quietly falls away.