It’s weird these days, how
I could be close to him, too close for comfort, and
Not bat an eye, like he
Never meant a thing at all.
This is what it feels like to recover and yet
Around you, I breathe a little too shallow
To hide my deeper feelings.
Wounds take time to heal
And these still have blood around the edges.
As a good friend Iago once told me
“What wound did ever heal
But by degrees?”
I have songs I left untouched since that day
Because it hurts a little too much to really let you know quite now.
But like I do now,
One day, the words will bring little smiles to my lips.
The good will one day
Prevail against the bad.