Lesion

There is a wound
gaping,
bare.
Lying
over there.

I thought
I covered you;
Smothered you with
salve;
Gauzed you well;
Removed your smell.

You seemed to
scab.
Get crusty brown,
Tight all around
the edges.

You blended in
To skin
Grown thin
With age,
And memories
Too soft
For touching.

But there you are
Lying bare
Over there.
So raw
And red
And moist.

How did
You
Come back
To life?

Lying bare
Over there?