They say that time heals all.
It does.
But it's a matter of the want, not the why.
And as the heart is forced ro carry on beating.
It heals.
And as it heals, the emptiness fades.
But as that last crack knits itself together,
Stitch by stitch.
I reach in with those raw memories of you and I force it back open again.
Because that will always be her mark.
That will always her fault line.

© WayneS