I've known those paths on your arms,
the familiar roads intersecting on your stomach
as long as I've known you.

I didn't like looking at your eyes,
I didn't like seeing the pitiful smile you put on.
I don't understand this.
I don't understand.
I didn't.
I didn't think I'd ever understand
the pain of birthing those scars.

I thought I'd never see you again,
but you must be here
to witness the birth of my own scars.