I see the notches in the soft wood.
I didn’t notice how many there were before.
I wonder, sometimes
If,
After time
Can you remember the notch you made for me?
Or am I just a dent, made by the knife for
Your amusement
eventually forgotten
When there are too many notches to count and the
Wood is scarred.

08/26/2003

Posted on 08/26/2003
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