It just takes time,

seems to be the only advice I can find.

Don't dwell on it,

because soon you'll just forget.

But how can I,

is my only reply.

The pain will never be far

away as the wound becomes just a scar.

Time, time is all they say,

as if that will take the pain away.

Don't dwell on it,

because soon you'll just forget.

But how can I,

I scream and I cry.

You don't feel my pain,

you just shake your head in pity and shame.

Time won't ease my heart,

instead it takes it and rips it apart.

Don't dwell on it,

because soon you'll just forget.

But how can I,

I barely sigh.

Because it seems I can only dwell

on the face of the angel for which I fell.

Time warps the pain into something new,

with a different shape, color, and hue.

Even if I don't dwell on it,

time will never let me just forget.