Sharp edges
Will fade away,
Against the grate
Of passing time.
Shades will fill
The divide,
Between the
Black and white.
The right and
The wrong
Will be occupied
With IFs and WHYs.
The splits in the
Skin will be
Braced by touch
Of a hand.
The distance in
Your eyes will be
Held with an
Incessant desire.
Your sadness is
Meaningless.
So is your happy
Face.
What's done will
Be undone..
Wounds will
Soon be dead.
Pain or pleasure.
Sharp edges will
Fall and this too
Shall pass.