Of time and wounds
Journal of Hospital Medicine. 2006 May;1(3):207-207 | 10.1002/jhm.87
June 16, 2006|Journal of Hospital Medicine
Copyright © 2006 Society of Hospital Medicine
The calendar is not the only indication
Of time passed since you've gone;
Dogwoods, cherry trees and azaleas
Have budded, bloomed and gone green;
Weeds now lurk cheekily
Before your garage door.
Even I am changing.
Ripped apart,
I am putting myself back together,
But the jagged edges
Of this wound
Fit differently as the healing begins.
I'll never be who I was.
You were so much a part of that.
You'll always be part of my life,
But time inevitably changes the proportions
As new chapters are added.
The present always has priority.
