Proudest Scar

With dragging feet, And heavy heart, I turn to leave (The hardest part) And glancing back, I catch your eye, Day in, day out, Routine goodbye. Day out, day in, Each time is worse, The grit, the split, The absence hurts. I hate when I Leave you behind... But don’t they say That love is blind? And saying that, I know it’s true, For seeing is Not loving you. No, loving you Is something known, Just, feeling, that I’m not alone. So love’s a wound That will not fade, My proudest scar, Your mark is made.