Silver moon

There are scars on my skin that when I look at them I can feel the thing that created it as if it were happening over and over again. There are some scars that are so healed I don’t even recall ever having a wound at all. My brain forgot the incident but my skin bears a silver crescent moon scar forever. My skin can remember even when my flimsy mind forgets. You were like that too. Gravity pulls me to you even when my flimsy mind forgets.