Stitches
Who was it that said that ‘time heals all wounds’?
Because its been almost three years now…
And just the thought of you can make my cry on a whim.
I can still hear your whisper in my ear, your broken vow…
And I can still feel your absence like a missing limb.
No matter the number of stitches, this wound just opens.
I look down, and I’m bleeding at the smallest of motions.
No doctor can fix it, this tear in my heart
This disease is incurable, as long as we’re apart.
10/01/10