ill

i wrapped up my wounds really well. i covered them and told myself they were going away. they were getting better. the scars i know will always be there, but i said the bleeding was lessening. i didn't look. i didn't want to see them again, to be proven wrong.

i saw you again. i smiled and nodded my head, and my heart cried again. i still love you when i'm awake.

today i'm sick. it was different last time. last time you brought me chicken noodle and popsicles. you sat and talked until i slept. but today there is no one to warm my soup or buy me popsicles. the can of campbell's was one from last time. i opened it up and microwaved my memories.