time supposedly dulls pain
the phrase “time heals all wounds” enrages me!

time moves on
it forgets to stay with you
in grief
in anger
in contemplation

time discriminates in its involuntary movement
not a single look back
not a passing “how’s it going” uttered
nothing but perpetual absence 

time has the privilege of keeping a forward trajectory
when you are broken
when you cannot try again– today or ever–
when you are paralyzed 

time doesn’t dull pain
it stretches the ache thin
for others to hold
for your entire body to absorb in smaller doses
for you to think it is dull
for you to think you are healed

time is a trickster we can’t catch
and we pursue enternally