We have the same scar.
The one on your shoulder
Right between the joint
Like a knife had pierced the skin just slightly
It bleeds
The warm red syrup drips from your seams
Like that one time I lost you.
Puffed and pale
Dead but alive
Hungry but full
You laid for weeks
Ever silent in your desperate stare
Vained and drained
I drove to see you
Slept in a chair by your bed in the room
Clawing to crawl close
But she too kept a presence
The newest of the bunch
So I made my return
Bought a ticket west
Sat in line for days
Anything but here
Anywhere but you
And the cold salt that ran from my eyes was silent,
Like you too.
