I'm Starting To Miss You Less Poem by Raz Nicholson

When you left for good I was sad.
Not like a sad clown,
Like a lost child in the crowd.

The first three months were hard.
Hard like granite in a frost,
and hard on the liver.

You were no longer there - physically anyway,
Time made sure of that everyday.
I resent how it makes things normal that way.

How so soon it was normal, well,
as soon as habits were broken.
Seeds of pain have grown happy memories.

I'd have sworn those seeds sown tight as darkness,
but this copse grows sparser by the day.
Please forgive me my friend, time makes thinking normal that way.