Each Color a Scar

Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch

 

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.