A mark at the corner..
Words from a loner.
An imaginary kiss from a goner..
Glimpses of childhood.
A sketch on the stone wall..
Gripping you from a steady fall.
The broken call..
A known voice seeps in.
Wounded knee oozing pain..
The running past a haunted lane.
The warmth the ease..
A jumping trail and crowd galore.
A pat the spat..
A never ending look at that.
With life turning flat.
Mad yet glad..
At the ways we had.
Marks light up..
Carving pathways.
To keep walking until..
those marks stay buried..
Deep inside our souls.


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