Time Unexpected

I was sun-soaked and laughing.
When the tide ripped over the broken road
Twisting me off at the roots.
Numb and quiet, holding my own,
I survey the damaged places.
Time heals, they say, that’s what they say.  
Forget that fake and tawdry glimmer,
Half made up; just passing through!
Time will tell, that’s what they say. 
Leave space for the unexpected.

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