Paracetamol of Time (and Space)

It always surprises me

How sneaky … healing is 

You forget

You stop talking to imaginary versions of them 

The paracetamol of Time and Space kicks in without you really noticing

You can't remember anymore

How much it could hurt 

 

I guess you get used to it sucking

At first, you're surprised it's lasting so long

Wanting it to go away

Hating yourself for ruining everything

By not being ok

And then you give in

You have to eventually

And you become so accustomed to its presence

That you only notice when it's on its way out 

 

I took the paracetamol 

I gave myself Space and Time

And I lay on my bed 

Bunched up Covers (of conversations cried through) disrupt my rest

But I flatten them out enough 

And I distract myself

Podcasts and Poetry and Talking it out

Till the drugs kick in