Poetry

Scars

I walk those uneven cobblestones
The same ones we both walked on
I want to point out to anyone who will listen
“There, right over there, that’s where it happened!”
That’s where you held my hand
Where we began to understand
Who we were in this space and time
I was yours, you were mine
Our smiles carrying us
A fire between us

I walk farther and farther in a hurry
As if these memories could be buried
Left to rot
But each spot
Brings me right back
Tiergarten, RAW Gelände, U8 Hermannplatz
Our breath warm in the brisk February air
Nowhere to be but here
Before we knew what to fear

These places became our sanctuary
Now they haunt me like a cemetery
I’m left with a scab that I can’t stop picking
An open wound from all this reminiscing
Somehow I think I’d be fine covered in scars
If that was the only way to have you back in my arms