Surgery

the shadow you became
startles me;
unbidden visitor,
your face
in a sound, a word
your silhouette
once carved
into my heart;
now
a blackened, oozing memory
burnt and blistered
by laser’s artificial sting

time –
my friend, my enemy
two-faced pioneer
cruel and helpful both –
i stare,
am certain
the hourglass gets free refills;
how long
until your face
nears indifference
and my heart’s scab
turns solid and dry?

all wounds
need time to heal;
sometimes
time equals agony.

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