Scar Tissue

The kisses that I had dreamt of left scars upon my lips
So that no matter who or where or how many kisses that I had kissed
Not a single one of them would let me feel what I felt with him

And what he has left to me, what he has left me with
Is something like his cancer- a terminal emptiness
And I'll take anything he gives me, but, God, what do I do with this?