Time heals all they say, but just how much time will it take
Absence makes the heart grows fonder they say, I fear too great a absence will make the heart grow weak
To forgive is divine they say, how many times do I have to forgive?
So many clichés, who is this “they” that is always spoken about
Have “They” felt the pain? Have “They” had to be alone for months on end? Have “They” had to forgive countless times?
So I endure another day, another week, another month. Looking for that sign that I “will” be whole again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem