They say time heals all wounds,
even the deepest ones,
but I think time just makes us forget.
Forget who said what,
forget whose perception of reality was real,
forget the details,
the details, of why we cared.
I think of you very little these days,
there is comfort in that thought.
Maybe the wound never really heals,
but the pain becomes something we can live with.
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