New Wounds

 

                                             

                         

to my mind:

we are at war, you and me,

an everlasting exchange of

indults and new wounds

and apologies

that always come just a little too late.

by the time you say

i'm sorry

i have already absorbed the blow.

a new battle scar has risen on my skin.

my body cannot defend itself from you anymore.

and i'm scared a truce will never come.