You walked away without blink or glance and despite a eternity of time the hurt still remains.
Under the surface, below the wall it lays covered by the slightly lighter flesh that has covered the wound.
It still festers and shifts my balance.
Taints my thoughts and actions.
Forever a reminder, an excuse and a defense.
I still wonder, ponder and hate but find comfort in those who commiserate.
I let you go to much later in life but from time to time I remember and wish that there were no memories to recall.
Happy birthday to the loudest ghost in my head the scariest skeleton in my closet.
Time to shut the door once more.......
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