Skin―DareenSami

I’m sorry

that the tears

in your eyes

can never rain

on the lands of

your cheeks.

That the skin

On your hands

Is as rough

And dry

As the leaves

In autumn.

I’m sorry

For the many

Times you wished

Someone

Would plant

Flowers in the

Dryness of your

Skin and water

Them everyday.

And mostly,

I’m sorry

Myself

For there

Came a

Time when I too

Abandoned

The soul

Beneath the

Skin.

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