My Pain and Time

Time doesn't erase her pain;

it only waits for the perfect moment

to reopen old scars,

allowing hope to bloom

only to break my heart

each time it returns.

Her past still haunts the darkness,

refusing to become light.

True love disguises itself

as moments of happiness,

yet in reality,

it often wears the face

of one-sided grief.

Now every passing moment

reminds me

of everything I lost with her.

If time truly erases pain,

then why do her memories

still find their way

into my heart?

Why does it still carry

the weight of forgotten tears?

Why do certain words

echo louder

than the voice she once spoke?

So time has taught me

not how to forget,

but how to carry her pain

quietly enough for the world

to mistake survival for healing.

Perhaps that is why

some scars are beautiful,

not because they no longer hurt,

but because they have learned

to bloom even through the pain.

And if time gave me another chance

to begin my life again,

my heart would still

find its way back to her.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind