Does time really heal, even a shattered heart?
She isn’t devastated anymore. She isn’t rolled up into a tiny ball, Unable to get up, to leave the house. She sleeps, dresses, eats. There is a smile on her face more often, At times it even reaches her eyes. She isn’t torn apart with grief now, Shattered by the goodbye out of nowhere, But the sadness still lingers inside. When darkness falls, Little voices...Read On