Tears upon a torn yellowed page,
Painful memories trapped within my mind,
Visit me, in haunting ways,
but all pain, my dear, shall heal with time.

In visions of a past now gone,
I can see her standing there,
Near the portal thru which my love was thrown,
Without the shedding of a single tear.

So whisper to me softly,
And tell me “Why” my dear
You care for no other, but yourself,
and have no love to share.

Chapters in my life I have closed,
And now you, my dear, with this rhyme.
I look forward to happier prose and a calmer, more peaceful mind.

For you see my dear……
All pain shall heal with time.