Healing.
The wounds are still fresh
And stir overwhelming pain
That comes from sudden thought
Set free from a beatless heart.
Memories take their places
To perform their graceful dance
That fills a restless heart with peace
With movements full of life.
Take in the sweet medicine
That leaves a sour taste
Remains of reminisce
A whole new wave of pain.
Yet it flourishes a temporary smile
With the deceiving taste it gives
Until it flows down to the heart
And turns sour with one touch.
With time it becomes tasteless
But a tiny smile remains
Nothing but remembrance
Memories without the pain.
Healed.