I never knew I’d feel this way
Would meet someone I’d want to stay
And hope to share my secrets with
My Life, my scars
Whose happiness I wish to be
My every day reality
“Is that a hickey you are covering or why are you wearing a scarf,” she asks, unaware of the wound she rips open by asking her question, the inner turmoil I’ve been trying so hard to keep to myself.
“Of course,” I say with a forced little smile, images of my dreams still vivid to me as her curiosity darkens my mind, leaving yet another scar from missing you so badly day and night.