Description: Ehh...just, ouch.
I needed to get this out.
Wounds of Time -------------------------------------------
I think time sometimes gets bored of healing wounds
And has to create a few
Because with each passing day
I learn new ways to miss you
I keep grabbing parts of us
And parading them through my consciousness
As if to remind myself the way we once loved
But the visions just chafe against
The parts of my heart that I fear will never give you up
Then suddenly theyíre just sweet memories again
Brushing pleasantly against my cheek
As I wistfully, joyfully, reminisce
And believe that it was, indeed, well worth it.
But that lump in my throat begins to swell
Just when Iím starting to believe
That itíll be okay.
Ok, I feel as if this bugger will be strong when you finish it. There's certainly some hella good emotion in it already. I think though the light parts, in that you use light and shade in the poem, are where the quality falls away. the words in those places don't seem all they might be and maybe that's where the poem would benefit if you threw in some personal examples of the relationship, special moments, the park, the sea, together etc.
Still, I think once you figure out all these things you'll have a damn good poem. I like it very much already.
You could also play on the aspect of time being idle, you know the saying about idle hands etc.