Healing is eating dinner with your mother at the table again Healing is looking both ways when crossing the streets, And maybe healing is not more than a shuddered sigh, some hope inhaled, and a heart unveiled We talk about healing like it’s a life goal we set up so high But, what if healing was merely tapping your feet to an old song Singing along the lyrics you know are wrong Healing was never supposed to happen over night, But maybe it’s about staying up counting stars Rather than counting lovers that left after the first fight
You blame yourself ,you say time will heal You go through it all, never know what you feel Now it’s been some time, yet you still cannot listen to that song It’s been some time, You haven’t slept alone in so long You say time heals But it’s been a while And you still carry a lump in your throat when you hear their name— Maybe time doesn’t heal Maybe healing is solely calling up your father for a chat, Remembering to water your plants And writing down a list of things you could forget
Perhaps healing is forgiving, not anyone in particular But yourself For feeling what you feel For needing to heal