dumbly, like a child,
in the heat of so called
love i carved her name
into the cement
on the sidewalk.
it's a reminder every
day i come home,
almost impossible
to scrape off.
i need a jack hammer,
or explosives.
a chisel and mallet.
some muriatic acid.
it could have been worse
though, i think, rubbing
my clean ink free arm.
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