Some Wounds Never Heal

Daylight feels heavier than night,

Darkness thicker than dust and steel.

I trade my years in waves of ache,

For a pulse that's no longer real.

My heart falls like autumn paper,

Pulled from branches I used to know.

The wind buys every quiet moment,

Carries it-then lets it go.

Some wounds never heal in time,

Some voices never find their end.

If you stand too far to touch,

let memory walk where the hands can't bend.

If your name remains a whisper

No one bothers to claim,

I'll wear the fading like a medal

'Cause love still keeps its flame.

I wandered past the markets of time,

Asking who would buy this fate?

I found no merchants brave enough

To hold what wouldn't break.

The morning leaves for evening,

The evening leaves for gray.

I feel the weight of both directions,

But never walk away.

Some wounds never heal in time,

Some voices never find their end.

If you stand too far to touch,

Let memory walk where the hands can't bend.

If your name remains a whisper

No one bothers to claim,

I'll wear the fading like a medal

'cause love still keeps its flame.

I miss you when you're distant,

I miss you when you're near.

Like bees that ache for missing flowers,

Like nests that never hear.

It isn't roar, it isn't rage,

It's quiet motion, constant wheel.

Strength grows slowly on the roadside,

In the heart that learns to deal.

Some wounds never mend by choice,

They linger where the stories land.

If your heart was mine to borrow,

I'd frame it in your hand.

But if you're happy somewhere farther,

And the world has shifted view

I'll let the silence carry mercy,

And keep the ache as residue behind.

You stand in every question

I never spoke aloud.

Some battles end in softness,

Not in sound.