Time heals all wounds, they say,
and you’ve been counting on me
to forget what happened. You think
the bruises will fade and the wounds
will close, not realising you’ve been
leaving scars in your wake. I point them
out before anyone asks. My friends have
seen, but months later they have run out
of things to say.
It’s cold outside again and the sun hardly
ever shows. The pain is still the same.
I thought you of all people would
understand that feelings don’t change
like the seasons. What did you expect?
I suppose you never wanted me to return,
you only wanted my forgiveness.
You wanted to be right.
You wanted to say „I told you so”.
As the days are flying by, I find myself
clinging to the phrase. Time heals all
wounds. Maybe. Maybe it will. But I
will not forget.
Turning away from you,
I found something better.
Something brighter.
Something nobody can take from me.
Sometimes you can only grasp by
walking away and feeling like you
were cut in half. Believe me, I am
better now. One day I will point
out the scars you gave me and
I will tell them that they’re mine.
I will tell them they’re a part of me
and they have their stories but the
details will be buried so deep, I will
not try to unearth them again. And I
hope you can do the same.
You never needed my forgiveness,
after all. You never needed me to forget.
You only needed me to grow, and I
couldn’t do it holding your hand. I think
you know that now.
“time heals all wounds”, they say / n.j.
excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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