Only You Knew

"It was smooth; the skin had closed across the tiny wounds like the
surface of the river after you toss stones into the waves. Only you knew."
-Stones From the River: Ursala Helgi

Sometimes I think I'm just overreacting
That it didn't really happen or that I was imagining things
But then, I don't really think I was

Sometimes I wonder if the scars are still there
If I've finally managed to move on, past, and beyond
Then they split open again, gushing and pouring forth as wildly as the day they were created

The skin has closed across the tiny wounds
They are often invisible to my own eye
The only thing that remains are ripples on the surface of the river that have stretched for years