the first cut

some days
and nights prepare you for
other days

and nights.
the wound, the cut,
the slice

now healed is a reminder
of what's
next,

what might come when someone
holds
against your heart

another knife.

the first cut is the deepest,
they say,

but not so.

it's the little cuts, that
linger,

that bleed and keep you weak,
unable

to pack, to pick up
and say no more,

it's time for you to leave.