Marking the first anniversary of a loss, the speaker asks what time even means when love and memory last forever. Calendars and screens count the days, but the poem suggests grief doesn't follow that schedule. There is "no final deadline," and the person who is gone still "lives on" in the hearts and minds of those left behind.
The speaker is not despairing. Instead there is a calm, reflective tone, with a determination to keep going, echoed in the quoted phrase "having the courage to continue." Time becomes a "constant current of becoming," and moments shine like constellations. The last stanza turns to nature: soil breaks, which "must be painful too," yet new life grows from it. The mood is quiet, tender and hopeful. Pain is admitted, but the poem ends on the image of seeds "everywhere," suggesting renewal is always possible.