Sometimes
sometimes
I would wonder about
the scars he hid
beneath his polished veneer
the covert memories
he never shared
the hardships
he never spoke of
the unhealed wounds still raw
the ones I hoped
I had helped heal
sometimes I wondered
Submitted on January 4, 2018 for contest EARLY JAN 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on October 11, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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