The Enemy Time

Time heals all wounds.

Any advice for grieving.
It'll just take some time.

He died.
It was painful to remember him.
The laughter.
The smiles.
The hugs.

I tried to block the memories.
Erase them from immediate thought.
Reminders sprung when least expected.
All the time.

I shook my head
and moved on.

I would not cry.
I would not make them deal with my tears.
My anger.
It wouldn't help me anyway.
It'll just take some time.

Six months.
A lot of time.

I talk more now.
I can say his name aloud.
I can repeat stories from the past.
I can laugh.

But is it too late?
Did I lose my mind's time with him?
He'll live on in your memories.

But I blocked those memories.
I alluded them for too long.

Tiny details are obscured.
His face blurs each day.
His laugh inaudible.
He's fading.

Time has betrayed me.