Gradually you undressed.
As shy as you are,
You took off your pride.
Then, with a glance at me
Off came the bandages
Covering the wounds
Left by lost love
And abandoned hopes.
There were tears in your eyes
As your face changed
With the pain revealed.
No words were spoken,
But your expression
Was a history
Of your dashed eagerness.

Seeing your red scars,
And knowing my own clumsiness,
I said I was not the man for you,
Being too likely to create more damage.
You looked at me,
Your face swollen with misery,
And you said,
“I don’t want anyone else!”

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