You may think that I’ve forgotten
the petty insults and the hate,
the way you’d whisper and berate
with words that cut and left a scar.
And though I don’t dwell in the past
I still remember who you are.
Time passes and things aren’t the same.
I wonder if you even knew
how much those taunts inflicted pain
and who I see when I see you.
We grow older, life moves on...
Do you remember us as friends?
I try to view who you are now
and not the person you were then,
but not all pain can be erased
still waiting for these scars to fade
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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