My Scars

I know you

singing that old

stones tune

croon, croon

cigarette in hand

smoke in my mouth

you exhale, I inhale

our collective doubt

seeing red

in that lonely parking lot

you drift off a moment

that you'll never remember

there must be darker forces at work

because I never saw the moon

until after that room

and that cramped awkward sofa

in your aunt's living room

and the elbows

oh the elbows

and the ankles too

I have a scar to remember

as space turned to heavens

and light to dark

and all other clouds

evaporate

to your eyes

with your

wet melty sighs

that felt like

rocks and hail

spinning

high on fumes

in the air

and in that moment

nothing else

matters

not you

or him in the future

and whatever is there

it will have to wait

to be cluttered

by my scars