One day, it won’t be the dawn’s first whisper or the twilight’s final sigh.
One day, those memories won’t paint your mind’s canvas as vividly.
One day, the thought of encountering him will fade into the background.
One day, you’ll cease comparing it to all else.
One day, it won’t steer the helm of your present choices.
One day, the need to understand or justify will dissolve.
One day, your heart will be untouched, free from its grasp.
Time, the great healer, will softly weave its magic,
Easing the echoes of what once was,
And in its gentle embrace, you will find peace anew.
But when the day finally arrives, you must let it pass.
