Ten years have passed,
The ache is dull.
Your sudden death
Surprised us all.
How can life so brief
Leave such a mark?
The time since passed
Has oft seemed dark.
Many lies are told
To they that mourn:
"Time will heal," words both
Banal and worn.
For time cannot heal,
It only scabs.
That wound, if pressed,
with pain will jab.
