Space Saver

And despite it all

When you think surely, you can’t go on

And you check in with your spleen

Assuming it’ll be shutting down

You turn inward

Casting internal inventory,

Knowing your heart will be absent

On sick leave

And you’re confused to discover

That against all odds

You’re beginning to recover

The wounds you licked excessively

Secretly to keep them open

Are scarring over

Fragile tissue forming over

Translucent but enough to make the pain feel like a memory 

Showing distance and time passing

Everything temporary