Indelible

Love is a persistent thing —

The marks it leaves

don’t wash off.

Though they may be masked

by conversation

or the lack thereof,

by things said and not said,

done and not done,

When the alchemic fumes clear

and the film of time burns off,

Love is still there

In the end, its indelible etching

replaces all the old forms

with its insistent truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 5, 2014