How is That Healing?

Dear Dad,

They told me Time heals all wounds.

They told me the stinging feeling

I get in my eyes

Every time I think of you

Wouldn’t last forever.

But they were wrong.

Time has not been kind enough

To heal me of my wounds.

Time has shaped itself,

Warped itself

Into my enemy.

My mind knows it's been a two years since you died,

But Time tells me differently.

Time tells me it's only been a week since I’ve last seen you.

Time tells me it's been six months since I’ve said goodbye.

Time tells me it’s been ten years since I’ve seen your smile.

Time tells me it’s been a lifetime since you’ve walked through the door.

And it tells me it's been a million years since you’ve said my name.

They said that after a while the sad, mournful tears

Become happy, reminiscing tears.

But time has not been kind enough

To grant me that pleasure.

Time has shaped itself,

Warped itself

Into my enemy.

Every happy memory brings a sad one with it;

They are bound together by Time’s cruel hands.

Happy tears become sad tears become happy tears,

And I can hear Time’s ruthless laugh as it messes with

My already fragile state of mind.

I long for happier moments

When our family was whole and complete and

Happy;

My mind knows those days were a mere

Three years ago.

But Time has not been kind enough

To tell me the same.

Time has told me those moments are a

Lifetime away.

Time has taken me further and further away

From the happy memories,

And has given me the bad ones

As a poor consolation.

But the worst thing

Time has done to me

Was not warping itself,

Not shaping itself,

Not telling me different

From my mind.

The worst thing

Time has done to me was

Telling me the cold hard truth.

The cold hard truth that

No matter much time I feel has passed,

It has only been two years

Since I’ve seen you,

And there will be many many more

Until I see you again;