It Takes Time

Vintage Words


Post a flourishing love, the separation

is cast upon a sea of waiting. Beyond pain

is a self-inflicted store of bad feelings,

curses, and rants that bring down

the mood and sacrifice joy.


In time, as if longevity puts more memories

between now and the awful anguish, wounds

heal and scab over. The human tendency

is to pick at the stitches, however lovely

the memories beneath, but time will stop

the compulsion.







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