Each Color A Scar Poem by Michael Burch

Each Color A Scar



What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.

She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,

and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.

What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;

for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,

scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.

Saturday, August 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: parting
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