LOVE CONTINUES

Sometimes, we inherit things.

Inheritance means—

Something is passed down,

Something is given to continue.

Sometimes, inheritance is a property.

Sometimes, it is a talent.

And sometimes, it is a living being, entrusted from one soul to another.

Mine?

A small cactus in a pot.

A plant, gifted to me.

A life, entrusted to my care.

The one who used to care for it,

Is no longer here.

But the cactus remains.

It has changed hands,And now, it is mine to love.

A cactus is just a plant,But it feels the care it receives.

It responds to love, to kindness.

I know I cannot bring life back to the one who cared for it before me.

But I can care for this little life in their place.

And so, we made a quiet agreement—

This cactus and I.

We will walk together for as long as life allows.

Maybe not forever.

Maybe one day,Our paths will separate.

Either by chance or by fate.

But love—

Love always remains.

You still love your dog that passed,

Your parents who are no longer here,

The people who are gone.

You love them still.

Because as long as your heart beats—

Love continues.