This Too Shall Pass

I love standing on a height

Watching cars move at a distance

Small figures come and go like

Features of the fading face

Of Someone we used to love.

It's ironic to see us thriving 

Without the people we said

We can't even live without.

It's cruel how time heals the wound.

Even without our cooperation.

But when a wound is healed 

It leaves behind a mark

A scar on the skin

Like a link to the archives

That brings back the story if clicked

But this story is no longer painful

It's an experience, a lesson learnt.

Like the cars moving at a distance

Like the waves in the sea

Like the clouds in the sky

Nothing that comes, stays.

So say yourself going through hard times

This too shall pass

This too shall pass.