The healing started the day I met you,
The start of healing of a wound where all the poison is coming to the surface, you get to see the nasty discolorations and rotting flesh that was causing the pain.
The more we talked, the more infection there was to work through, scrap off, and dig out.
Then as we kissed, the infection dried away, the wound, now clean, would close, in time.
From the inside out as all wounds will heal, daily the hollow filled with new flesh. Clean, soft.
As I spent hours and then days in your presence, in your arms, in your love, the wound scabbed over.
Still itching occasionally, a annoying reminder of what had been.
Slowly getting smaller and smaller until you told me you loved me, then the scab fell away, revealing the delicate,fresh pink skin underneath.
How I felt in your love, until, slowly, daily you renewed my trust in love and life.
As the renewal of the skin, slow and steady never ceasing. The mark , slowing fading, ever smaller into the skin.
Looking now, you wouldn't be able to tell that anything had ever once torn into the flesh and caused so much pain and taken so long to heal.
As, looking at me now, you wouldn't know that anything had ever torn me apart and left so much to heal, because of time, and a daily dose of your love...applied liberally as needed.
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Submission Name: The fade
