It cut deeply
Noone could see it
I couldn't see it.
Glossy and almost Invisible
Many moons passed
Dozens of ships sailed
Memories buried and decayed in time and tears.
Forward rushing in a flash words spoken in truth
Breathing in the gushing winds of change
Choking and gasping to breathe through the knife's swift cut
Holding it in my hands it washes away from my view again