People say, “Time heals all wounds,”
But how much time, will healing come soon?
Could I have held you any tighter?
Is there anyway to make this burden lighter?

How much time will it take to heal the pain?
People say, “Hold on.” But I hold on in vain.
What is there to hold onto?
I still have no clue.

I remember what your touch feels like.
I remember what your face looks like.
I don’t want to forget,
Yet I can’t bear to remember.

I may never fully heal; it would be admitting defeat.
To say everything is better, I would be blinded by deceit.
I am filled with a sense of emptiness,
I am facing only painfulness.

I don’t know where my next breath will come,
The spark of your life is now but a dying ember.
No words spoken will comfort my pain.
All I do seems to be in vain.

The pain cuts deep, each time I hear your story.
The pain cuts deeper like a sharpened knife.
The pain I have, is mine to endure.
This is simply a part of my history.

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