Isn’t it sad that antiseptic words <br />(Words that smile slightly, even) <br />Can become all that is left <br />(As a jaded memory: maybe?) <br />of something <br />That was everything it was <br />before it really was <br /> <br />I miss septic wounds <br />That scarred and scared <br />Of lovers tiffs <br />That was not really justified there <br />I miss the tears that wiped the wounds <br />They say salt has its magic <br />Perhaps – but will it do? <br /> <br />Come back I could say <br />If words were mine <br />But words and wounds have <br />an action benign. <br />I could say come back <br />But what good would it do? <br />What good if its not really you?<br /><br />anasuya balla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-it-is-not-really-you/
