Grief Written

In my jaded view, Time turns us all into liars. I think of you My hand on your face as I say  “Even if we don’t end up together, you’ll always be one of my favorite chapters.” Now I won’t even whisper your name in a prayer  Avoid you in my dreams And if I should ever have a child  I’d wait until smoke filled the room Until I recognized the lingering I could only ever associate with you  Before I’d turn you into some sort of a cautionary tale.  Once you told me “I don’t think you’re difficult to love.” Once you told me “I would never hurt you.” Time turns us all into liars.