{"id":3155,"date":"2025-03-31T13:11:02","date_gmt":"2025-03-31T13:11:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3155"},"modified":"2025-04-03T13:53:31","modified_gmt":"2025-04-03T13:53:31","slug":"shes-no-longer-here-but-her-love-still-fills-my-heart-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/shes-no-longer-here-but-her-love-still-fills-my-heart-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"She\u2019s No Longer Here, But Her Love Still Fills My Heart by Walking Shadow poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I used to wake up with tears in my eyes,<br>Wishing, just for a moment, I could turn back time.<br>Losing you felt like losing a piece of myself,<br>Like a book missing its final chapter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At first, the pain was unbearable.<br>Every morning felt heavier than the last.<br>I would hear a joke and start to laugh,<br>Only to stop halfway, because you weren\u2019t there to hear it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember the nights I cried myself to sleep,<br>Asking God why He took you away.<br>I replayed our last conversations in my mind,<br>Hoping I had said enough, done enough, loved enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But grief is strange. It doesn\u2019t leave all at once.<br>It lingers, then fades, then comes back again.<br>Some days, it felt like I was drowning in sorrow.<br>Other days, I could breathe, just a little bit easier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then, something changed.<br>One day, I smiled when I thought of you.<br>Not a sad smile, not a broken one,<br>But a real, warm, genuine smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I realized you\u2019re not just a memory.<br>You\u2019re in the way I speak, the way I laugh,<br>The way I love, the way I care.<br>You\u2019re in the lessons you taught me,<br>The little things you left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Instead of wishing you were still here,<br>I started thanking God that I had you at all.<br>Instead of focusing on what I lost,<br>I focused on what I gained,<br>A love so strong, it didn\u2019t end with goodbye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now, when I hear our favorite song, I don\u2019t cry.<br>I close my eyes and let it take me back.<br>I don\u2019t feel empty anymore,<br>Because I know you\u2019re still with me just in a different way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have healed, but I haven\u2019t forgotten.<br>I have moved forward, but I still carry you with me.<br>Not in pain, not in sadness,<br>But in love, in gratitude, in peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And I know, one day, we\u2019ll meet again.<br>Until then, I\u2019ll keep living, loving, and smiling,<br>Just like you would have wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/we-grew-up-in-humble-families\/\">We grew up in humble families &#8211; Walking Shadow Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.tiktok.com\/@walkingshadowpoetry\">Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya (@walkingshadowpoetry) | TikTok<\/a> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"YOU MATTER, you play an important role by walking shadow poetry | spokenword | poem\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Jts3x20nLQ0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to wake up with tears in my eyes,Wishing, just for a moment, I could turn back time.Losing you felt like losing a piece of myself,Like a book missing its final chapter. 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