Dedicated to John Grinaker, November 26, 1958 - November 10, 1996
...and to my dear friend, Karen

They say time heals all wounds,
But eighteen months later
I can still see the scars.
Perhaps if time had the capacity
To quickly rob me of my memory...
To forget what it felt like to be loved by you
And to have you grace my life...
Then it would truly be the great healer,
Instead of some pompous imposter
That does nothing but hold minutes, hours, days and months,
Tossing them out to pass by,
Each one still spent without you.
Maybe acceptance is the best friend I have.
It places some irrevocable knowledge in the palm of my hand
To carry with me as I walk through the rest of my life...
That I will always be grateful for some moments time tossed my way,
The ones it allowed me to share with you,
And that I will miss you every day for the rest of my life,
A bittersweet reminder of how huge love can be.

©1998 Gail Von Schlichting


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