Scars
Reflections.
Every love leaves it's mark.
I remember those early daysweeks,monthsafter you left;How my heart felt likeit had been ripped from my chest, like an organ donorsduring transplant. And how I ached for you, and would have given my everything,just to have one more minute with you,that was stretched, like elastic that had no end. Now, I can't even remember your touch, your smile, your smell;I can't remember whyI thought I couldn't breathe without you. I can't remember why I thought my lungs felt like a balloon, that had the air released—because a knife had pierced it. I can't remember whymy eyes searched for you in old haunts, like a fox searching for preyit wanted to devour. I can't remember our yesterdays;Because they are gone—And all I remember is your name. If I didn't have scars, from being cut so deep, you could see my bones through the wounds—had you cared enough to look; I would doubt you ever existed— outside my mind.