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Tattooed



I was going through us yesterday

Pictures never quite tell the whole story.



Images, one by one

A lifetime in short story form,

How can happiness captured in color

Twist such darkness in black and white?

How could you sleep with the enemy

While portraying the Good Mother

And Perfect Wife,

In such sweet glory?



I was seeing you for the last time today

Words filling pages from a blank heart.



Poetry, a style all your own

A disappearing act before my eyes,

How can love written with such care

Fill a book of emptiness?

How could you lie before my eyes

In soft whispered strokes,

Right from the start?



I started a fire for you tonight

But its really for me,

The only way

I can burn your memory.



Look at the bonfire glow,

Just goes to show

We may scatter,

But the ash of you

Will always stay,

Inside our tattoo...