Time is a funny thing.
And by ‘funny’ I mean beautiful; relentless; healing.
It’s always there. . . but then it’s gone.
And as time passes, I see so many things begin to fade:
My once vibrant head of hair slowly succumbs to a washed-out shade of brownish-gray.
Sunburn. Scabs. Sadness.
They are here for a time, and then, little by little, they’re nowhere at all.
And in between this vanishing act, there exists a slow and lovely decline.
What was. . . is on its way out.
The inevitable tolling of the classroom bells no longer rattles my heart.
Those daggers of words she spoke are hidden behind the cobwebs in my brain.
The song is over.
The story has ended.
And so we start again.
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