The Scar

As time passed
I realised you won’t come back.
But the memories,
the only memories, I have of you is
the scar.
I've learnt you won’t come back.
But that’s okay.
You left a scar
as deep as the ocean,
on the side of my forehead.
You also left me with stitches.
They kept the blood together,
but they didn't keep my feelings together.

The scar is a peachy colour, like the last I saw your face.
We were both young,
not knowing what would happen next.
But in the space of 2 seconds,
you turned my life upside down
and left me with
the scar.