**My fingers have learned
how it feels
to get burned.
When your every
“I’m Sorry”, left a scar,
deep and unearned.
The words on your lips
whispered the truth
while you slept.
Leaving me no longer wondering
why you smiled
as I wept.
My heart finds itself smiling
into the numbness
of your vacancy.
Your memory’s grown silent
and is now dead
to me.**