the marks of lovers

We meet people and fall in love

and when we part

they leave marks

for us to remember them by.

Our lovers sculp us

they

define

us

Like a pinball we slam into them

or worse

for better

and rebound in

propelled by their contact.

different directions

And after the parting

we might be scared

but never

or more...

fragile

or angry

or guilty

or needy

but stronger

never

unchanged.

Our lovers linger inside us

like

ghosts

haunting the corridors and derserted rooms

sometimes whispering

sometimes screaming

invisible

but always there.