Three hundred

Three hours
Three months
Three years
and my heart still aches
like an old war wound
Time doesn't heal
but it reminds you how long
you've been holding your breath

Three pages and they
contain the same pain
in three hundred different ways
and I lookdown at this notebook
and ask it if it's had enough
of this subject for today
and it tells me there will
always be enough room
for what I need to say