They knew that it would never be the same.
How could it be?
The wound had been so deep,
so wide.
What had grown,
so smooth and soft,
now held the hardness of healing.
The scab still fresh and tender
to the touch,
would grow more brittle
and fall away.....
revealing new growth.
Perhaps a scar....
not so smooth,
but stronger than before.
They both knew it would never be the same....
How could it?