Stitches


Who was it that said that ‘time heals all wounds’?


Because its been almost three years now…

And just the thought of you can make my cry on a whim.

I can still hear your whisper in my ear, your broken vow…

And I can still feel your absence like a missing limb.


No matter the number of stitches, this wound just opens.

I look down, and I’m bleeding at the smallest of motions.

No doctor can fix it, this tear in my heart

This disease is incurable, as long as we’re apart.


10/01/10

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