Scarred

The scar on your forehead is
the deep mark of our deep love.

I see you
and I am reminded that
you are here because of me,
that you travelled thousands of miles
to be with me.

I see on your face
the many moments of joy we shared,
the way we discovered love again,
the fun we have had all this time
and the tears we shed every time we have to part.

The cut on your skin
at times cuts through my heart
and my guilt bleeds.
Each of the twenty something stitches you had
pierced me sharply.
The blow on your head
still shakes inside me.

I see you
and I remember those nights by your side in hospital
watching over you
as a mother watches over a sick child,
crying as a mother cries
when she sees her child suffer.
And the many nights now when I try to stay awake
to be with you when you wake up out of discomfort and pain.

That wound that hurt your body
will always bleed inside me
will always be a reminder of that test of life.

Now I see you,
and it is all healing,
There is a before and after
and our love has grown stronger.