“Time heals all wounds”, you said to me.
“Perhaps”, I replied, doubtful.
You were right, of course.
Even after the years together,
Even after all the sharing,
Even after all the intimacy,
Even after all the laughter,
Even after all the tears,
Even after the sudden ending.
Even after the ebbing, hollow conversation which followed.
You were right, of course.
Time does heal all wounds.
Maybe time will heal the scars, too.
Perhaps not.
