The truth is time does not heal ****.
Time does not delete the song off my playlist that reminds me of you.
Time does not take away the memories of our first kiss.
Time does not erase the imprints of your hands on me.
The only thing time does is remind me that we had ours and now it is over.
But that is ok. It is ok that we cease to exist.
It is ok that the songs plays and I still think of you.
It is ok that I hold onto the moments we cherished together.
It is ok that I feel your grip on me even though you are so far.
Time does not heal ****. Acceptance does.