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."