Faryal Gohar's poem is a gentle comfort for anyone who has lost someone dear. The speaker refuses to treat death as a complete disappearance. Instead, the people we love turn up in the world around us: in the shine of stars, in blooming flowers, in the cool breeze that arrives just before rain. These are quiet, ordinary moments, and the poem suggests that is exactly where we can still find them.
The final lines shift from nature to the inside of a person. The lost ones live "in our broken parts," which suggests that grief leaves damage behind, but also that the loved one remains in that damage. The last line is the most surprising: they make us "fall in love with the scars." Pain isn't erased, but it becomes something tender, even precious.
The mood is soft, hopeful and consoling. The speaker sounds sure rather than sorrowful, as if offering reassurance. The simple language and repeated "They" give the poem the feel of a calm, steady whisper.