Scars

If you walk away
everyday it will rain
breath on the window
a cloudy sky
an abscence of heart,
and a far off light
that lingers in the dark.
Thunder under your feet
with every step
through a crowded steet
a biting wind
waging war
against exposed skin,
still covered by
yesterday’s past sins.

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