Today I carved your name on a table in the woods.
I saw it splinter and crack at every indent I made, every curve and letter spoke a tale of departed memories.
I made your mark on the world and took with it the creases of where I first experienced your love with a gentle touch of the hand or the mere tracing of entwined fingers.
I remembered the toxic smell of our fantasy.
The ghastliness of a simple rose petal took me back to the stench of sweat and blood.
The rough terrain around the table was a simple reminder of the dismembered words aching at our very goodbye.
And the grass in which we proclaimed our love for one another had a fresh glossy coat of winter's arrow to our new future.
I wrote that this was where we started.
I carved the date and time we first felt comfortable enough to converse with any lack of common sense.
I carved the date and time we ended.
Because we were deceived by the possibility that a simple kiss could leave our dancing hands feeling empty.
And I carved us.
One lonely and confused teenager with another, seeing too much of one another yet not enough to find ourselves.
And I ended today by placing my lips against our splintered goodbye.
Because I needed to remind myself that I made your mark.
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