Chalk

chalk
Image Courtesy: flickr.com

 

Your words drew on my heart,

They painted pictures of

A useful art.

They stenciled the picture of love.

With chalky fingertips you held my hand,

And promised me forever.

I followed you into foreign lands

I trusted you with my whatever.

But you are chalk:

Your words, your heart, your soul.

Permanent until the storms come

And then you wash away like

Dust in the wind.

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