Left Unsaid

her - tattoo

You asked me to forget,

but even as I closed my eyes

and wiped away unformed tears

I could sense the lies in your words.

Somehow I knew, even if I couldn't show it,

that I would never forget you.

You see, because, like that graffiti,

you mark up and violate my memory.

No matter how hard I scrub

I will always see you standing

on the edge.

I breathed a sigh, of what I'm not sure.

Relief? Futility?

"You are less like graffiti

and more like

a tattoo."