Wounds

Beloved husband

they scribed on the stone,

and it may be true.

There were days when

we bickered and

picked at the scabs

of our lives,

exposed raw wounds

and bled together.

But together, we

salved the hurts, healed

and cared for each other,

so there was the love

at the heart of it.

◄ Moon

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