He'll get his in due time
Who ascribed to time the power to heal.
Everything happens in due time.
Ticking clock, nurse, bandage,
judgment, karma, God, all at once.
These lies we tell, to what end?
Winter to winter, nothing changes.
Longing is as longing is, a restless arm
Reaching out in the lonely dark, only
A tender pillow stuffed full with memory
Where once before you were.
Summer to summer, everything changes
Do not look to time to heal.
Let be that whatever it is, will be
A thousand lights of what was before.
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