we mark each other
like pins on a map
of places we've been
places we're going
and places we would like to see
eventually we tire
o' plans we conspire
and surely it's you it's not me
you can hardly see past my engraving
i had one last spot
i had not forgot
for this my time was spent saving
you take me to your lovers room
with a whisper word
you pulled out your sword
and set our love out with a boom.