Permanent Impermanence

That night as they cradled each other in the dim orange light

There were new lines carved deep between his eyes that she’d never seen

His face was an oak gashed with initials wrapped in little hearts and bleeding from question marks

She could tell those lines were scrawled by careless, unfeeling hands and she traced them with weary eyes

She covered each scar tenderly with her hands

She wanted to erase every “was here” and every love

She wrapped her arms around him, put her cheek to his roughness 

and mourned life’s permanent impermanence

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