the words had been carved into the wood
long ago summer day
in unsteady hand
but concentrating got the whole thing
on that tiny scrap of heart shaped space
her name put with such care
with love
and the word forevermore
only you can heat me up babe he had whispered
these years later and a dozen coats of paint
you can still make out the heart
but time has all but wiped away the feelings
where is she now
what long windswept road claimed her
she had turned to look back trying for one last time
but the fire had faded
and now it seemed she only thought of him
from time to time
in the fall after a pouring rain
in the depths of a sleepless night
that childhood ago
her name carved with such love
in the wood bench by the riverside
in that town she was born so long ago
she imagined it was still there
forevermore