the mark

A mark he had made

when he stumbled

and landed in her soul.

"It will be what heals you,"

he said,

parting his arms for the girl.

"It will heal if you hold me,"

she said,

stepping forwards into his chest.

And so he did,

entwined together as one.

But the mark hollowed and grew.

"Give me more chances, time,"

he said,

as he stared into watery eyes.

"The mark will never heal,"

she said.

the world didn't hold enough time.

Her back turned,

he did the same.

In different directions,

they went separate ways.

A mark he had made

when he stumbled

and landed in her soul.