Find the scars
More telling than birthmarks
There are stories
Lost to the past
Wait in the balance
Of life between
Regret and aspiration
Find the scars
More telling than birthmarks
There are stories
Lost to the past
Wait in the balance
Of life between
Regret and aspiration
Line them up in a row
On a table
And count
Smile
Sigh
Now add one more
And this time
Leave your hand on the table
And stay