Maybe We Are The Lucky Ones

again, I have said my scars don’t mean a thing
if they don’t belong to you. how much time

have we lost dancing around each other? when
we could have been dancing with each other.

beloved, let that be all over.
we are not our yesterdays.

how much longer do we have to undress and
poke at each other wounds, for staying with the ones who

broke our mouths and bodies? when we could
have been taking turns to dress each other wounds.