I swore
you were an
engravement on my heart.
I loved you from
a distance,
short of a stop.
You left,
without a
note left in my
pocket.
I have torn
ideas of what we
were and what
have always been.
A flower
that will never
bloom again.
Your touches
are burns on my skin.
A sting that will
not fade.
You were an engravement
that was never on my
heart,
only a memory
on my
skin.
J, I will love you forever.