With dragging feet, <br />And heavy heart, <br />I turn to leave <br />(The hardest part) <br /> <br />And glancing back, <br />I catch your eye, <br />Day in, day out, <br />Routine goodbye. <br /> <br />Day out, day in, <br />Each time is worse, <br />The grit, the split, <br />The absence hurts. <br /> <br />I hate when I <br />Leave you behind... <br />But don’t they say <br />That love is blind? <br /> <br />And saying that, <br />I know it’s true, <br />For seeing is <br />Not loving you. <br /> <br />No, loving you <br />Is something known, <br />Just feeling that <br />I’m not alone. <br /> <br />So love’s a wound <br />That will not fade, <br />My proudest scar, <br />Your mark is made.<br /><br />Annie Jane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proudest-scar/
