My love like print on a page, my love like a tattoo on your
heart forever but can be covered up.
My love like a message written on a dusty window using the
tip of a finger.
My love like chalk on the board that sometimes gets on the
back of the professors pants.
My love like graffiti marking up a passing train and subway,
so bright bold loud and memorable. Passing as fast the train.
My love so strong like a kitchen thick with the smell of
thanksgiving, so full off my offerings but hungry again.
My love like perfume on a shirt, filing the nostrils with
nostalgia but rinsed off so very easily.
My love, easily forgotten.
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