;
A semi-colon on the wrist
Small and powerful
A statement and a whisper
A pause
Healing pause between past and future
Healing pause between despair and hope
A reminder
To pause and everything will change
It will get better
Just pause;
In my poetry
He spoke love poems to me all the time
they were in his words
and his hands
his lips
and his body
and all the things he did
captured
by me
in my poetry
You will kiss them
Stretch marks and cellulite
white like crackled paint
on my hips and thighs
remnants of children I bore
not yours
you do not care
you do not see them
but
the red tangles and lines
broken capillaries
fine and knotted looking
you gently touch
I didn’t know you realized that they were there
You place a kiss on the end of your finger
and gently trace one
you ask
do they hurt
They don’t
and I know none of my battle scars
matter unless they hurt
And then you will kiss them.