I was thinking of someone that died today, and I thought:
What if love is an imprint on your heart,
A memory, a palimpsest,
Something you can recall.
I was just brushing my teeth. Those were the words I had in my head.
In loving someone dead, there’s this ache. They’re not there anymore, but you still love them. Your brain doesn’t match reality. It’s doesn’t fit. Long after someone dies, they’re still very real to you. You still love them.
At those moments the idea of an afterlife seems very appealing. Necessary even. But perhaps that love you feel is the afterlife. Perhaps they live there. I hope so.