A lesson I learned in school From the boys I have only known Through sharpies on bathroom stalls Mike who broke Kim’s heart And G who would love S forever Even though the arrow pointing away From it in a different color Said otherwise I learned on painting wood Suspended by nailed in hinges That love was more temporary than Permanent marker And could be erased by a janitor with Clorox and even the Girls who were so motivated to hang onto Their love that they carved instead of drew Hearts around their lover’s names But found they could just as easily be painted over By pink stained brushes The lesson I learned in college Eventually replaced the one before The first day In between classes and cups of coffee When I saw the stalls Were covered by doors made of Marble. Without a scratch of temporary.