Time doesn’t always heal 
It just breathes and swallows memories 
Like the seasons change - 
Sending showers; beating flowers 
Into the mud. 
And nothing is forever in this place. 
Nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; 
The held breath of hope; 
And the sweet lingering taste of grace.
How blessed we are for crying now, 
For we will laugh someday…and how