Time, the healer of wounds.
The other day I heard, What once was "our" song, As it played on the radio. This time though, it was different, The sadness and pain were gone, I didn't immediately think of you. Halfway through the song, The memories came, And I paused for a minute. To remember the way things were, The chats, the teasing, the fun we had, And a smile tickled my lips. As the last note played, And the...Read On