The distant glimmer that one day the skin I wear, will never have been touched by you.
My lips will wear away and grow new, never to have been kissed by you.
Hair will fall out and strengthen again, never have been embraced by your hands.
My ears will still remember the words you've said, and my heart etched with scars from the years.
But that too will heal over time, and be ready for new ventures.
My only hope, is you grow new skin too and learn to be a better person.