Woundrous

My days I had with you
Were the greatest of my life
Now they are but a scar

Nobody can see it
But every year in September
It's once again left ajar

Since the day I lost us
I've been this lonely poet
Bleeding words for you

I died and was born again as I learned
That it takes a lot more than illusion
For someone to love you too

Even if time is a healer
Every year I bleed new words
'Cause woundrous is still what you are