What Love Leaves Behind

Seven years have passed…

and not a single day goes by

without wishing you were still here.

Life would have been so different.

Perhaps you found your way back to us,

in another form,

becoming eternal in a way we never expected.

And yet…

I still miss the mother I once had.

A soul who truly cared.

A soul who noticed the unspoken.

A soul who gave, endlessly, quietly,

to a space that only knew how to receive.

No matter how much you gave,

no matter how long…

you never held back.

I miss you.

And I understand it now in ways I never did before,

what it means to be on the other side of that giving.

To stand where you once stood.

It leaves something in me that feels quietly worn,

and makes your absence feel even more irreplaceable.

What we shared still lingers,

in memories that steady me,

in moments that feel like you.

And maybe that’s how you’ve stayed…

not gone, just transformed.

If I’m honest, I carry a quiet prayer now too,

for the strength to keep going,

in the spaces you once held so effortlessly.

Until my last breath,

I will carry you with me.

And so, every word I write shall carry your name,

your quiet legacy woven into mine.

Even my pen name, AeVeyJ,

holds you within it…

the “J” not just a letter,

but a trace of you that continues to exist through me.

Love you, always.