Scars
That one day
That one love
That memory
That feeling
That stretch of time
Laid across your body
That makes the world know
You were here before
You’ll be here until death
That pulse of story
Laid out in the timeline
You told no lies - you can’t
Choices and windows
I never looked
Ignorance maybe
Hubris
Indifference and hope possibly
Naive
Scared
Stupid
Angry
Mostly hopeful
But - windows without awareness
Can be flashes
Of horror
That make you realize
You were wrong
And you were kind of stupid
It’s a shame to feel like a fool
It’s a shame to risk
Only to retreat
It’s a flare of hope
That one look or word might
Make you
See it
But in actuality
All you have is that moment
