I was picking at a scab and opened up an old wound.
As soon as the memories of you began to bleed out, I knew I was doomed.
I should’ve never ripped off the band-aid.
I should’ve just let the feelings fade…
But now the dried up memories are fresh again.
I think about you now and then.
I wish I could just close the wound for good, but it’s deep.
It’s one of the scars that I will forever have to keep.
I will look down at it and always remember the fall, the fall for you.