An Ode To Time Who Heals All Wounds

Times have changed, And I still think of you. We are not the same - We never have been. Yet these thoughts trickle inside of me Pooling Towards the desire. Oh, how I miss the days of heartbreak. At least then there was passion. I miss when my heart was utterly broken. Each beating shard that gleamed From the light of my tears That soaked into my every breath - They were cured with passion. Now times have changed. The essence of your being was refunded. Who once conformed has now rebelled. Quite frankly - You're not even f***able anymore. And yet - I still think of you. What voodoo, what magic That you do in malice To have me this way? Far away, The years have gone. Passed away, that person - gone. The memory so pure Of the being you were. You exist only in mind - Where I think of you.