Way Back <2 years ago>

You'd made fake "claws" out of paper

You leaned forward and scratched me

Your sleeve slid down to reveal hospital bracelets

You were recovering, they said.

You made eye contact with me, 

Your eyes told a different story

I saw pain in them

The last time, they were angry. Scathing. 

I was afraid you hated me. 

What more can I say, all my poems are about you

They all try to recapture you but you're just a figment

A moment in space and time 

A time when I was young

A time when I was full of love.