Healing

Row by row,
My life orders itself
And its image
Before my distorted eyes

Each little event remembered
Each speck of dust in my eye
Each cool breeze
Each feeling of entrapment
And each fleeting freedom remembered

Then—each of our conversations
Long nights on the phone
Warm afternoons by the pool
Your smile warming my winter heart

But discoveries fire at me
Too many at one time
Contact between us
Surpassing toleration

But I know for sure that I still love you
Anger and pain scrub at encrusted,
Time-tested love
And only time will heal its wounds.

And somehow I know you still love me
Everything else aside
Hard, motionless features
Can’t remain stone forever.