As the heavy streams flow.
She mourns.
I watch her,
Never realizing her pain.
Too caught up in self pity.
How
Could
I
Be
so
selfish.
The memories stream like her eyes.
The gaping hole returns.
It's being gashed open
I still feel it.
It's burning.
It's cutting.
Deeper.
deeper.
I feel it now and I want you to know.
Know that these cuts I bare.
And that these wounds have opened
For you.
for you
for you.