I've heard it said
that time will heal the heart.

I argue with the truth, but I know it when I hear it.

Just because your heart is whole,
doesn't mean that you can forget.

There's a dull ache
in the bottom of the glass.

A whisper in your ear
when a wisp of hair blows by.

Counting the promises
made to yourself without a moments hesitation.

Recognizing rushing rivers carry
dreams and wishes down the way.

It isn't a bad thing.
No faults and no guilty party.

If I can manifested wrongs,
then I think I can manifest forgiveness.

I wouldn't change it.
I wouldn't change anything.