Walking
By me as I
Wrestle with my regret
She laughs, and for a short moment I
too smile
A Small Gift
A
Scab
S
the scab
cracks and bleeds
dead skin covering
raw flesh
a painful mistake for the
entire world to see
I want to peel it off
savor the exquisite agony
be done with it finally
but the wound is too recent
I'm not ready to be rid
of you
quite yet
