Stages of Grief ~ Acceptance

Two years have passed since our paths diverged,

Yet your presence still lingers in the quiet corners of my mind

a steady beacon amid the ebb and flow of time.

Your image, though softened by the passing seasons,

remains etched in the canvas of my memory

unchanged, immutable.

In the silent chambers of my heart,

I’ve clung to the fragments of our shared moments

the echoes of laughter, the hush of whispered confessions

as if they were treasures,

fragile and sacred,

kept safe from the erosion of time.

But alongside the sweetness

live bitter tendrils of regret

reminders of how love, even at its brightest,

can cast the deepest shadows.

You, in all your complexity

have remained constant in my memory,

unyielding in the face of change.

But it is I who chose to remember selectively

letting the brilliance of our brightest moments

overshadow the darkness

that once threatened to swallow us whole.

And so,

As the years drift by

like leaves carried on the winds of fate,

I find a quiet solace in this truth:

Even as everything else shifts and changes,

Some memories remain untouched

sacred,

unchanging,

eternal.

~ Cue “Agape” by Nicholas Britell ~

My final recollection of you.

Writer’s Note

Grief doesn’t always roar

Sometimes it becomes a whisper that stays with you; soft and steady.

This piece marks the quiet turning point in that journey, the part where you stop reaching backwards and simply let it be.

Some memories don’t fade.

And maybe… they’re not meant to.

This is the essence of acceptance.

~ Shantey Moabelo