Scabs Anew (Part I)
May, one day, over drinks (scotch, neat, for me,
And the unbearable water for you)
We return to a moment such as this -
And as true friends, reflect on how time flew
Between us. Leave behind feelings such as
Those that none of us ever gave words to,
So when we feel the other’s stolen glance
Upon us, we know better than to do
Or say anything that ruins our present,
Or as it goes, reddens the scabs anew.
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