What is time exactly?
And why do I feel like
I'm running out of it?
Whether in life, grief, health
Or some other unforeseen way

Time heals all wounds
But that's not true, is it?
Some wounds refuse to heal
Or even get marginally better
You can't force grief to leave
And when it stays, it effects health

When health is bad, that effects life
So in turn it's a vicious cycle that
Has no end
That's what time is, does, or doesn't do

I want grief, my grief to abate
But I see no end in sight even 3.5 years later
I want to move to the next stage of it
Whatever that is
I don't want to cry, wail, pine each time
I think of him, his name, see his picture
Hold his medals, visit his grave

What will it take for time to ease me?
How long must I suffer?
He hasn't fulfilled his promise to me yet
He promised to visit me in my dreams
When I stood by his grave, I made him promise
But not once yet, has he done so.

Why not?
That would help me surely
What's stopping him?
Is it me?
Is it time?
Oh the cruelty of it all
I can't bare it

Time oh time
Why have you become such an enemy?