Love does not disappear.
It does not leave when a person does.
Love lives in Saturday mornings doing dishes
and on Monday evenings on the bus home.
It’s there, a constant,
like the stars in the sky
even when we cannot see them.
It’s the black canvas on its own,
the darkness itself giving us space
where we see the universe before our eyes
holding all of the light together,
Creating a whole out of millions of
It does not weaken because of lost time
or because of time spent gaining experience.
Love lives in the past,
on unmade beds from the night before
and in futures where
it dances in kitchens
and screams in anger
and then in forgiveness.
Love lives in friendship
and patience and art
Love lives in the acceptance that
timing is not always on our side.
Love is appreciating right now,
appreciating distance and new faces.
Love is creating new spaces
in your heart and in your life.
Love is starting anew
with old hobbies
and old friends.
Love is finding fresh perspectives
on old dreams.
New words fill a heart
with each new glimpse of love.
And this life is just as long as it is short
but love lives where there is no end.
Author: Carlene Kurdziel
Editor: Toby Israel