528 – Reflections

Failed loves,
Old dreams,
Gone friends,
Lost chances.

A whole life
In the map
Of a million
Tiny scars.

Some run deep,
Some barely a scratch,
Some still bleed
From time to time.

They cover
My whole skin,
My heart,
My bones.

Displayed without emotion,
For the whole world
To touch,
And see.

No skeletons
In this closet,
Every ghost
Out in the open.

A party
Full of guests,
With bourbon
Just for one.