the loudest memory

It still plays in my head. I hurt you.
Not just skin, but something deeper cracked. A fracture in trust, in the quiet spaces between us. You said it’s forgiven. But forgiveness doesn’t erase the echo of that moment, the weight of my own hands, the coldness that followed the heat of the moment. A moment we never get to fix. I carry the regret like a shadow that won’t leave, a constant reminder that some things can’t be undone, even when you say it’s okay. The pain I caused lives inside me now, a wound I tend to silently, knowing that some scars don’t fade, they only change shape.