Scar

She doesn’t realize how her words scar,
To her they’re just words
So when she calms down
And comes out of our bedroom
To straighten up the pillows
on the couch
Pretending not to notice me sitting there,
I pull her to me and we embrace,
We are of two different worlds
but always of one mind.

Robert Ackerman is a poet and greeting card writer, who would rather write than breathe, fortunately, he can do both at the same time.