Poem: Fading Initials

Kipkoech

My scars formed a pattern that spells out your name,

My body became an ever present reminder that I was once yours and some part of me still is.

I listen to my pumping blood whenever I miss your voice,

And so I've gotten used to the feeling of your nonexistent presence,

Draining me mercilessly until I turned lifeless,

Until my bones didn't have flesh to support,

Until my blood didn't have a body to nourish,

You once told me we're all particle and dust in our core,

But, scars heal and names get forgotten, 

And soon your initials will be buried benateh my skin,

Soon I will no longer trace them the way my fingures have memorized,

Soon I will make peace with the pieces of you that have merged with mine,

Soon...I will learn to live with the darkness the way you taught me how.