When wounded by something,
in time, it heals.

When wounded by someone,
it never heals—
no matter the time.

Blue-Sapphire

WOUNDS

No you never forget even if you want to . But like sharp stones in the riverbed they get get ground down into smooth stones .

Such a sharp contrast. Te way you split ‘something’ and ‘someone’ gives the last line real sting. It’s a tiny poem but it hits hard.