That scar
That sits somewhere
Near your eyebrow,
Yes that one,
The one I ran my fingers over
A million times
Until you finally learned
That you don't need to flinch
No one will ever love that scar
Like I did
Maybe it was my way
Of cherishing
Even the imperfections
That erupted every so often
Maybe it's because if all images
Have mentally faded
That scar remained
Maybe its because I just liked
To touch you
And seeing your reaction,
Like when I'd play with your hair
And you told me it calmed you
And I smiled and continued
Maybe its as simple as
I like the feeling
When were close.