Lacuna

Every body has a story
I’ve traipsed and found that
Scars tell more tales than smiles
So forgive me if you feel
I intrude into your flaws

I have my stories too
And I wear them on my sleeve
But they hide in excitement
When I hold your hands
So I’m never obligated to tell

A backwash I’ve come to love
For in my palm lines
Are an abundance of warmth;
A cushion of comfort
For everything you’re afraid of

I want to know about
The first time you grazed your knees,
The last time you cried
How your tears fell
And where you hoard your hurt

If your heartbeats faltered
And if so,
How you weathered through,
If you believe in love
And know she breathes through your dents.

– Smyekh David-West.