Old Wounds

Remember when

you asked about

the scar

that's on my knee

You also learned

how tomboy me

would sometimes

fall from trees

You asked about

so many things

The things

that make me

“me”

But now

you're gone

and

no one asks

such

trivialities

Now here I am

I trace that scar

so absent-mindedly

While

telling strangers

’bout the ways

that you

have

wounded

me