There’s a meadow where you run now

 There’s a meadow where you run now —

I can feel it.
Soft grass beneath your paws,
sunlight spilling across forever.

But what I didn’t know,
is that a part of that meadow lives inside me too.

Every memory we made —
each walk, each laugh, each quiet night —
took root in my heart like wildflowers.
And even in grief, they bloom.

When the world feels heavy,
I close my eyes and go there.
I see you, bright and free,
turning to look back at me with that same, gentle love.

You remind me that Heaven isn’t always far away.
Sometimes, it’s right here —
in the pulse of memory,
in the garden your love left behind.

So when people ask how I keep going,
I tell them the truth:
because I carry a piece of forever within me.

A place where love never dies,
where loss becomes light,
and where my best friend runs freely still —
in the meadows within my heart.