Scar Pt1

Written by: Patrick Cornwall

Reaching for my favorite shirt and the iron warming

Starched and ironed complete with those creases that cut

It was made for me and handsome.

And you and your brown eyes and irony when angry

Irony and starched and those same creases

 Our joy  crushed yet alive and waiting

And the fabric of those brown eyes

They are frayed with holes and still I starch and iron

Maybe if looked deeply you can see me and the creases

The scar is from that knife wound I gave you

You are proud of the stitching and your head held high

I feel sad when I see the sutures   on your chest

You wear them like a pair of worn slippers

They hurt the eye but they keep your feet warm