I never knew that tears could scar.
Could leave deep gashes in my soul
once so clear and fresh.
To have pain sewn into my heart,
and then torn into ribbons,
beyond repair and pocket patches.
To be turned into a rag doll
that none would touch,
that no one would double-take.
Left upon a dusty shelf,
alone and forgotten,
hugged only by shadows and cobwebs,
still lonelier than they.
To have no one left to love,
dragged behind the leaving car,
falling, tumbling to cracking pavement,
only to be hidden by passing birds.
Goodbye to company,
hello to feathers and insulation.
