Brush your fingers over my skin
Do you feel the roughness of it, yes, just over there?
Do you see the scar that was left behind?
It wasn’t just part of my imagination
I knew it was real because a scar was left behind.
Move your lips through my eyes
Do you taste how salty they are?
Do you see the traces that were left behind?
It wasn’t just an illusion
I knew tears have fallen because salty trace was left behind.