Wet cement

Wet cement begins to dry
With lovers initials carved
They were here
At this moment
At this time
They meant something to each other
Leaves blow as the seasons change from Fall
To Winter
The cement has grooves from feet
From daily wear
Circles, lines
“rae wuz here”
Tatted along side the other
Faces, places, and moments memory
erases
This street is lined with shoppers
Ready in the yuletide spirit
Cold and unmoving
Piles of slush hit pavement and sidewalks
Of passersby
Passers lie
Holding hands and snuggling beneath
The warm glow
Of the street lamp’s light
Infidelity of linked fingers
Leads to more trouble into the night
The snow melts and the spring brings rain
Some times sun peeks in between the clouds
Some times she peeks between the curtains of life
And thinks about that day
The initials
That wet cement
Love immortalized
Long after the cement
Had dried
Long after love
Love such a beautiful word
Became such an ugly lie