I fear in its absolute truth
For time healed all wounds
The kisses of reunions, the tears of goodbyes
Another story of “almost”, another wish to stay
Some day I’ll replay the sweet memories
When it blooms again in May
I rejoice in its absolute truth
For time healed all wounds
I stopped convincing myself I’d stop loving you
It never works this way
We both know I’ll always love you
It’s just a different kind of love today
⁃ Lisa T. It’s over, and we’re just friends.