You told me about the scar you've had since you were a kid.
A permanent reminder of a moment's mistake.
I wondered what other scars there were—imprints of time that I could and couldn't see.
Moreover, I wondered If I had given you any.
Am I the cause of those indiscernible tangents of life that run through your head every night?
Had I left reminders of me that you can't get rid of?