never ending open wound that started from a simple scratch

im not reminded everytime. but occasionally, it seems so recent, so new, and the hurt surprises me with how sharp it still is. no warning really; and i know thats what i meant to happen - that i could just glance at my arm, and see a thin, white sliver of a scar and relive the pain of that day. the pain of those months that year so many years ago.