Photo courtesy of Elliott Brook Fine Artist Photographer
Elliott Brook – Fine Artist Photographer

Time is a healer or so they say

the seconds, the minutes, the hours

slip by.

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Days become weeks,

weeks become months. Yet the pain

still remains.

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The silence is deafening.

Expectations to still feel and sense a presence,

yet flowers decay dried and withered

by the elements.

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The emptiness collects the tears and words

of the widow’s lament.

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Nights of loneliness,

days of quiet.

Insomnia takes hold

regrets of what ifs,

conversations never had unable to forgive.

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Yet the end creates a new start.

As a circle completes and the pain lessens

its hold on the heart.

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So time is a healer or so they say.

Never forgotten

the spirit kept alive in memories.

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A vigil at your side kept once a year.

Laughter begins to fill the house as the

happy times resume,

and a new future of possibilities blooms.