All Wounds, Eventually
How long until I can use my eyes?
Two weeks time for your tears to run dry.
When will my food have taste again?
A full season should cleanse your palate, my friend.
And when will I know to put my drink down?
Too late for that—the seed has been sown.
Well, how long now for my memory to fade?
Find a new love and see it unmade.
And what if my new love fails me too?
All the more burden to carry with you.
Tell me how long for my heart to heal?
A lifetime and a day, perhaps more, I fear.