It was secretly cherished
The song I read written in words
On scar tissue
A life spent in silence
Holding hands that only left
Scars and constant echo
Once on papyrus, then
Deep into tree pulp
What dropped as tears, stayed dry
And I wiped unfallen tears
With the same scar tissue
Upon which I secretly wrote
A name
A place
A time
June 3, 2018
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2018
