Each Color a Scar (II)

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.