It seems like you’re expected to be fine, after a month, after a year, eventually. And you don’t want to disappoint, you don’t want to shame time for not doing what most people believe it can do, solve something?
it’s time versus memory.
so what happens when you find a little bit of your healing from the past? from the touch that bridged the gap between body and person.
you see, I’m trying to go forward, just like time. but memory is like a boomerang I threw behind and forgot about, until it hit me again.
to remind me that I loved,
that his chest though it felt cold, I knew his warm heart.
and that prayer sometimes is not a word,
but a form,
of a body.
so in my mind,
I slowly run my finger across the bridge of his nose again,
and I say amen,
I am healed.