Old Fears

 

I cover my scars with make-up and song.

I thought they’d healed.

I got them in a war I lost, yet also won, in life’s strange way.

She ripped my world apart, and thus she saved me.

I did not envy her her wedding day.

 

And I was never shocked,

Just disappointed.

Our friendship worth only an email after the years.

But he dug his knife deep and though now,

I know, you’re an entirely different story,

Each time you’re not there it pokes, just a bit, at that fear.