Father Time

I see his lips moving
I know he’s speaking out loud

It’s the shock and horror of what he is saying
That hovers over me like a black cloud

His love for me has left him
He wants to move-on to someone new

My pride stops me from pleading
That this simply can not be true

As I watch him walk out my front door
I feel sick to my stomach
My soul bruised to the core

My heart is physically sore
True sorrow is so consuming
Daily living a chore

I remind myself of, loves lost in the past
That I too survived those heartaches
That this pain will surely not last

I pace at the window, looking outside

I search Him out in a crowd
I know He can’t hide

He’s dodging me, what a cruel trick
I have to take a deep breathe and remind myself
That HE isn’t really a dick

He’s watching me closely, and seeing me heal
My tears have dried up
I once again feel

When I least expect it, I realize He’s mine

My healing has finally arrived, it comes in the shape of my dear friend
Father Time