Friday, August 24, 2012

old wounds

back to a familiar place,
suddenly haunted by these faces;
here, and not.
and the love blends with the pain
as memories slip through my fingers
to fall to my lap.
they are heavier there.

old wounds i thought had scarred over.
new stories to be told
to this soul grown old.
love much; love more;
this love is hard.
it has broken us;
we are all-scarred.

the night ends;
i think of you.
the pain rends;
i think of you.
all of them, reeling happy, shining bright;
all of me, reeling lonely, losing sight;
and i think of you.

carefully peeling back the scabs,
heart bleeds fresh again.
it will be beautiful,
it will be so beautiful.

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