its over

it’s over.

the flowers are wilted, 

the guests are gone. 

and life resumes as usual.

work. laundry. meals. repeat.

yes, it’s over.

’till it’s not.

’til there’s a song,

a sound, 

a sentiment 

that stops us in our tracks.

reminding.

reflecting.

restoring. 

flowers wilt.

days pass.

some memories may fade,

and our world now spins a little differently

each passing day 

without you in it. 

but the love remains

and you live on

in the little gentle moments, 

the whispers of the wind,

and the colors 

of the collections 

of the people we meet.

therefore, you are here

and its never really over 

it’s just different.

© 2025 michelle bryant griffin