The Cut

By G. Padron Sarmiento

Grey, too sudden, covered my eyes.

You, too soon, swooped in

to save me from the drab,

the cold disdain and broken song,

the record lost and kisses sworn,

only promised, never known.

The day you came, you nicked,

as suddenly as you took me away,

a cut across my chest,

a wound to keep me,

yes alone,

but never far away.

And when you left, the grey removed itself away,

but the cut stayed and grew…

two-fold, three-fold, four-

cutting away at my heart.

Baby, Baby, I called to you,

To save me from this pain,

but soon, too soon, it ate my heart away.

You slipped. I fell,

face first if you can believe.

Never did get up, you see.

My heart healed but the scar remained.

My mind grew but my soul a child became.

My fingers traced the shadow of your figure

as you walked away,

But no trace of you could ever fill,

the hole you nicked away.