Remnants of Love

It’s in the bare trees of winter, creaking and rubbing together, echoing like lovers in the dark, making harmonious moans. Love is never gone, never lost, never erased. It just wasn’t found where you left it.

 A stranger’s genuine laughter.
A brush of someone on your shoulder.
A shudder. A fantasy. That line from that movie.
Those lyrics from your favorite song.
That look of longing and interest from someone
that you too find attractive.
Like how your heart melts a little when he smiles.
There’s a moment of terror and surprise.
There’s a moment of desire, and loss, and hope.
These are all the remnants of love.
You've felt it before, but lost it somewhere, with someone else.
It was a different time, then. A different place.
So, when you thought you cannot love anyone else again it seems.
These are the little reminders you replay in your head.
Reminding yourself that your heart still beats.
That life is still filled with love, even though you haven’t found
it yet.
It’s still there.
In the hug from a friend, as you cry and vent.
It’s in the encouraging words from a family member,
be it your Dad, Sister, or Mother.
It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face,
The dampness of the rain on your hair.
Dripping down onto your lips as you soak it all in.
It’s in the wind, blowing through your wind-chimes,
It’s in the bare trees of winter, creaking and rubbing together,
echoing like lovers in the dark, making harmonious moans.
Love is never gone, never lost, never erased.
It just wasn't found where you left it.