I’m thankful for the scars
and
for the tender flesh turned armor
and
the ache of memory
when I look
at the mosaic that is my heart
bruised and battered and broken
and yet
it is only a piece of what you
o b l i t e r a t e d
with your carelessness
because he tore me in half with his betrayal
but you lit me on fire
and
you watched me burn
and
you called my ashes
friendship
