I thought had healed,
your memory unfaded,
You pick at the scab,
I promise myself
I will not cry.
Our gazes cold,
Our breathing slows,
Your hand is steady.
We've been over this before
I had already forgotten that day,
years ago.
Your questions,
unrelenting,
the cut now raw.
You have your answer.
poetry writing
your memory unfaded,
You pick at the scab,
I promise myself
I will not cry.
Our gazes cold,
Our breathing slows,
Your hand is steady.
We've been over this before
I had already forgotten that day,
years ago.
Your questions,
unrelenting,
the cut now raw.
You have your answer.
poetry writing
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