Time passes and change happens.
Yet still, somehow,
Some things seem to remain.
Some things are reluctant to die down,
And be buried, and forgotten,
In the graves of memory.
They keep coming back,
To revisit you, or worse
They never leave your thoughts.
Some hurt, some sting,
While some,
They bring a smile to your face.
Yet all things must pass,
All joy and all pain must fade,
Slower or faster than you wish.
All wounds and scars,
With time enough and patience,
All will be thoroughly healed.
So let time pass,
And wait for time’s healing touch.
Cling to the joy,
And let go of the pain.
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