Poetry (and Song lyrics)
that day
the wounds are light,
she'll live, and
the man in white
echoes, across the blue stained
paned windows
of her head
the sun dragged
out
another grey, thought of yesterday
finding the dark corners
not quite
forgotten
and a promise
of a new day cannot
melt
a feeling, left
unsaid
skin bears
the mark of that day
(Spring 2002 - unsure if it was published 😱 )