A measure of time

As I laid in bed this morning working through the pain in my chest that I have most mornings, it dawned on me that its only been about a month since the friendship I held so dear ended.  Only a month.  It seems like it was forever ago, and it seems like I have had this raw pain for longer than I can remember.  How can it be only a month? 

I guess when time is measured by each breath, a month can seem like a lifetime.