I walk to the street where you wrote your name.
Easy how vandalism could warm my heart.
I dread the day when they pave it away.
But until then, it’s my favorite place for coffee.
You wrote your name and the date you wanted everyone to know it too.
Grafitti can be a beautiful thing,
A sign of the times.
A sign you were there.
All the scribbles in cement make indents in my heart. Indents to rivers where the blood of my love flows and grows.
By Carabesque Queen