Open

When you open the wound

To show him

Explain to him

How much it hurt,

The damage it caused you

And your life.

 

When you show him

The woman you became

From the pain

And anguish

Of this wound.

 

He doesn’t recoil

Back peddle

Or hesitate.

He inspects the wound

Touches the edges

Asks about the source

Then proceeds to apologize

For the lack of humanity

For the pain it caused you

For the life it took from you.

 

Then he promises

With everything inside of him

He’ll make up for every part of it

Until neither of you

Notice the scar anymore.

 For my hero, David.