She said, “It’s still this pain that I’m feeling.”
And then she turned to him and feigned a smile.
“I don’t know if it’s just this pain that you’re feeling
or if it’s scars upon your eyes.”
“if you’re going, please go now,and don’t
walk all over me again.
Can’t you see that it’s me who’s feeling something
only I can feel?”
He thought about her words
and implored deep within himself
about this pain that she’s been feeling,
about the heart of gold he’s been stealing,
about the wounds that need healing.
There are scars, that’s for sure,
but they’ve positioned themselves
upon her eyes,
so that she may never see him
the way she used to see him
before the pain came
and washed itself
all over what used to be.