When Loved Ones Depart...
When Loved Ones Depart...
When loved ones depart us,
They do not just leave us quiet.
The silence they leave has a deafening echo.
The vacuum they create fills our space.
Time, they say, heals all wounds.
Says who?
Look!
My Time is wounded
And much too paralyzed.
Do you think my Time can heal?
It can only squeal!
