Monday, May 07, 2007

The scrathed scab

A scar on my neck
Long forgotten
A gift wrapped with love
Stashed away in dark corners

A friendship
Lost long ago
A relationship
Left behind

Apologies unsaid
Memories stored away

Years have passed
The scrath has healed
The blood has stopped

An apology arrives
The gift is remembered
The friend says thanks

The memories return
Words are repeated
Even though the scar is no more
The scab is scratched

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