With each hand movement
Around the face of a clock,
“We” start to fade
For you and for me.
As the hands of time
Erases the intensity,
Fades the colours,
Dims the passion that
We once shared.
Each new person,
Adds to our tapestry
Which makes us unique.
Thankful for the hues,
The missed stitches,
The evolving textures
That envelopes our souls
Like the warmest of blankets.
With time,
Thankfully,
Any pain dulls.
Happy moments fade.
Time indeed heals
The broken hearts.
Thankful for that blanket
That wraps tightly around me
To keep our memories warm.
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