etchings

You leave a mark on me.
Your words, your tragedy
Etched into my heart
And shallow skin.

If I were not strong
They would swell and burn.
I’d pick open the wounds
And watch them bleed again.

Instead, I leave them alone.
They heal faster ignored,
Harden faster
Into stone.

I find myself talking
And looking straight through you.
Find myself walking
Without knowing where to.

Barely touching the horizon
Before its colors fade from view,
The lonely realization
That I will never understand you.