What Of Us? Poem by Iris Rain

What of us?
What of our love?

Do not tell me
it was nothing
our feelings

Who we were to each other
How much we had cared
How we hurt each other
How we want to torture each other
leaving scars, permanant imprints in the hearts of each other

Do not say you love me
I would not tell you I do
Like you would never admit to me
How much you care

What of our love?
It was nothing,
You would never said,
And I would never asked

Except in the places where the deepest scars run deep
where the pain was buried, hidden
Our love is synomous with our pain
With the wounds inflicted on each other
Scars upon scars, so that they can never be healed

What of us? What of our love?
We were not there in each others' arms
We were nothing to each other

Except in the scars, except in the wounds
no healing, no forgeting, no release
from our angush and pain

And that is what we are to each other
That is our love.