A scar runs down,
Across from end to end,
And no one knows how deep the wound is.
A love so far away,
That knowledge turns to ashes.
Affection might bloom once more,
In a heart I said was cold.
In a corner it cries for now,
And longs for warm arms,
Like she’s heard of Old.  
Unnecessary! hoarse the shouts,
That seem to cramp my heavy mind,
And promises I threw away come creeping back to haunt me.
I’ve sworn I didn’t need you,
And half-bitterly read the words that told me so.
Where are you when I need you?
Have you forgotten me so soon?
A scar runs down,
And could deepen soon enough.