Time pushes away the thought
It fades the desire
It diminishes the need
It blurs the memory
But this thought, this desire, this need , this memory is
deeply etched in my soul
It scarred me and imprinted on my being
Even my mental finger cannot scratch this itch that burns
inside
Maybe time will heal, maybe time will tell
Maybe time will bring him back
SK, May 21, 2008
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