There are Things We Can’t Forget

There are times that this scar on my knee makes every bone in my body ache. It is arthritis to the mind. It is an infinite suggestion of the moments I once lived. There are times that I remember where it came from, and I think my heart will break through my chest as it’s beats race my mind’s buzzing. That I fear that I might never forget the feeling of the cold winter air cooling down the car that we just filled with heat. That I can feel speakers pounding a deep beat against my body as I am pressed too close to this confined space. Too close to you. The only place to hide. Too close to you. That I can hear us both laughing and struggling to unlock the door as the search lights beam down into the front glass. There are times that this scar on my knee makes me terrified that I will never live another adventure as lively as you. That I will never whisper deep into the night or smell the evening fragrantly hanging on to my hair. There are times that I am content with the reminder of whirlwind nights. And there are times that I wish it would have disappeared right along with you.