time does not heal ,
it numbs.
as i sit by the window, trying to let go..?
i find tears building up, making me as still as a willow.
picturesque me, weeping in sorrow,
shaken by the footsteps of the incoming fellow.
all that i have done is holy, all that i have done is sin.
beneath the endless sky, oh lord! let me sob with grief,
without the disturbance of these pitiful mere beings.
though i lay below them, merest of the mere beings.
that same night, thoughts flooded my mind,
how time never healed, it just benumbed.
don't agonize my dear, it will all be fine, i know you have it grim, but time, it will make you chums with your bruise, you just need to understand,
how time does not heal, it numbs.