Dear Time,

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They told me you were medicine,

The cure for everything.

But you move so slowly, 

Time,

Like honey in winter.

Minutes feels like marble,

Heavy with memory.

When will you start running again?

When will the clock be kind?

Perhaps you're teaching me

That healing isn't racing,

That some wounds need to be felt

Every slow second at a time.