It is a lovely and heartfelt poem that evokes the enduring strength of a love that once was. 😪

If you wake and find that I am not there anymore,
do not let your heart be startled by the quiet.
Do not search the corners of the room
for the echo of my breathing
or the warmth pressed into the pillow beside you.
I have not vanished
I have simply slipped
into the soft places we once filled together.
I will be the hush before the morning birds begin,
the pale gold stretching across your curtains,
the whisper of kettle steam rising like a prayer.
If you wake and find that I am not there anymore,
place your hand upon your chest.
Feel that steady rhythm?
I have left a piece of my love
beating there with you.
Look outside.
If the wind brushes your cheek, that is me
still gentle.
If the sun lingers longer on your face, that is me
still devoted.
And if your eyes grow heavy with missing,
remember this:
love does not end at doorways,
nor does it dissolve into absence.
It changes shape.
So wake, my dear, without fear.
Though I may not stand beside you in flesh,
I am woven through your mornings,
threaded through your memories,
and resting quietly
in every breath you take.