I have this wound that just won’t heal.
This wound is deep and exposed nerves I can feel.
I tend to this wound each and every day.
But no matter the treatment, this wound will never go away.
When in public, my wound I must conceal.
So I cover it with a bandage and pretend it’s not real.
But by the time I get home the bandage is soaked from seeping memories of you.
So I remove the bandage and I am reminded that it is true.
The day you died is when this wound appeared.
If not treated properly this wound will become infected, I fear.
This wound is not superficial, simply on the surface.
Rather it is deep and gaping, which makes me nervous.
This wound is unsightly, not a sight many others can stand to view.
But this is my wound, and it is this way because of how deeply I loved you.
So I will continue bandaging this wound, to hide it from others.
But each day when I return home I will remove the bandage and allow my memories of you to be uncovered.
They say time heals all wounds, but that just isn’t true.
So I will tend to this wound until again I can see you.