Back from yourself

It cut deeply

Noone could see it

I couldn't see it.

Smoothed over

Glossy and almost Invisible

Many moons passed

Dozens of ships sailed

Voices hushed

Words forgotten

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