Time Heals (Some)

I see the Sun.

Peering into the horizon, rays focused unto a new tomorrow.

Dawn approaching, the day trickles past, time unrecoverable.

I breathe new life. I breathe life, into life.

As the mortal clock ticks away; tears complete the night.

a new sob, leaves me. An exasperated sigh—long overdue. And; another day comes, as they are due, the mourning dew drips on blades of grass, refreshing dead soil.

it heals. it covers.

Dreaded Time. It takes. It gives. It repairs. It goes on… and on… and on.