Time Does Not Heal Pain

It’s been a while that I felt this way.
It’s been a while the wind whispered his name.
It’s been a while I remembered soft sighs and aching need.
It’s been a while the pleasure just began.

It’s been a while since he left me.
It’s been a while I gave a damn about it.
It’s been a while I heard his heart.
It’s been a while I allowed the music cry.

It’s been a while the melody spoke my pain.
It’s been a while we spoke of the future in vain.
It’s been a while I recalled the laughter and joy.
It’s been a while I had that kind of conversation.

It’s been a while that I thought of him in distant lands.
It’s been a while he was my waking thought and first text.
It’s been a while we discovered new books and places and things.
It’s been a while I was happy at all without him.

It’s been a while I spoke of him or recalled callous deeds and thoughtless acts.
It’s been a while since he spoke of her and not me.
It’s been a while that his life began and mine abruptly ended.

It’s been a while since we were young and carefree.
It’s been a while we broke the rules and truly lived.
It’s been a while since I thought of the future and possibilities.
It’s been a while my heart died when he went away.

It’s been a while I was this tired.
It’s been a while i vividly remembered.
Its been a while I really missed him.
It’s been a while that I spoke his name.



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