Your Mark Poem by Jennifer Rosario

Your Mark



Swept.
specks of dust
turn like tumbleweeds.
Collected
every flake of your skin
you left
in the matted twine of my carpet
underneath every step I took.
Drifted.
light through the room
highlights past silhouettes.
Bypassed.
watermarks dried at the sink
near the conflux of
silly spats and jealousy.
in an angsty vine
asps tied together
those hostile remarks.
Spitting.
never to be one
that boy and that girl.
Twisting.
the tongue-tied stare
finds escape in the venom
as eyes hold back tears.
Trying.
out waiting time
through the swaying sand.
Settling.

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