Scar
The tenderness
in a scar
the edge around
the old vound
a fragile red thread
An accident
that nearly killed you
the weakness
in this little point
on your throat
is the most beautiful
on all of you
Broken
I am getting closer to
life
in a new way
The little broken
things
Gives me an own
tenderness now
Your little flaws
are beautiful
and the pain
in your eyes
All this
- new
- old
that always was there
deeper
real
Now I can dare to see it
You
I only hold
your fingers
in the tips
just touching softly
and slowly I let
them slide away
In the air
that remains
the empty space where
your hands used to be
lies the memories
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