8/15/15


they say eventually,
it'll go away
like the last leaf of autumn
blown off by the wind

they say that it's time,
that's gonna heal all wounds
like a hole sewn up
by a tailor's thread

but you and I know that's not true
it doesn't just go away
it doesn't just mend itself
it's always there

like the heat from the Sun
a slow burn that forces me to shade
to seek a cool place

a place where
these tears can fall
and where
like it or not
memory haunts me

eventually
the only constant will be
my acceptance
that you're gone

P.Frias