Poem: It’s Hard to Let Go

It’s hard to let go of the things that remain—
The scent in the room, the echo, the name.
The moments replay like an old lullaby,
A whisper, a glance, the why and the why.

The hands that once held are now made of air,
But somehow you reach, still hoping they’re there.
A smile that lingers in pictures, in dreams,
Wrapped in the silence that pulls at the seams.

You try to move on, but the weight doesn’t lift,
Grief isn’t gone—it just starts to shift.
Some days are lighter, some nights are long,
Some wounds still ache though you try to be strong.

There’s no simple path, no neat goodbye,
No script to explain how or why.
But slowly, you learn—though the pain may not show—
That love can stay… even when you let go.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie