You said, "give it time and you'll feel better."

At first, I believed you and so dragged myself on.

But now, every day more acute than the last,

I've come to hate those words you left me with.

They linger for hours into the night while I pretend to sleep

They take from me the future of ours, each time anew

It was a lifetime ago, but my wounds are still deep

Held by the stitches of the last words you shared

Unable to heal in the salve of time,

Kept fresh by the miasma of your tales