Time

Time.
That is the nub!
Here lies the rub.
Too much time.

Time is always on my mind.

Time.
Two long long years.
No end in sight, increases the fears.
Milestones come and go.

Time is always on my mind.

Time.
The great healer? Yes.
In some respects, I guess.
I no longer love him, miss him, know him.

Time is always on my mind.

Time.
Enough hasn’t changed: I’m not free,
Able to be fully me.
Still tied: STILL his wife.

Time is always on my mind.

Time.
Troubles my soul.
Want to be whole.
No longer fractured, torn, broken.

Time is always on my mind.

Time.

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