a wound that never healed

without closure the skin never meets
over the gash
the tissue never reforms
and its just raw
tender to the touch

the weapon was the loss of you
your silent goodbye
walking past me without a word
truths hidden
kept between you two
and the trust i poured out like a fresh gallon of milk
only to sour and rot
destined for an empty jug
a heart with nothing in it
curdled and dry

and the wounds have never healed
because none of it was ever closed
left open and bare
a mess untended and repressed

what i want is to heal
the scars to go away too
to trust again
that you are good
kind and gentle

a full jug
a million gallons
of love
that ive missed
for far too long