Wet Heart

It seems like nothing long or sharp
Enough to press on your wet heart
Little girl somehow was struck so wide
Don’t think she’s dry behind the eyes
Stiff-walking like a seeing eye
Your hand too dry to hold
What disappointed you
To make you act so old?
She doesn’t like to compare scars
I shrug and say «It's your wet heart.»
She wants to be a mystery
I’m sorry there’s no way to be
I guess I’ll go on wondering
If she was hiding anything