I liked the small mark on my face,
How you’d always kiss it.
I loved that about you,
How you’d shyly avoid my eyes.

Now, I can barely look in the mirror,
Afraid even for a moment
That thoughts I don’t want
Will come creeping back.
I thought we were perfect,

So why is it that, in the end,
All we could leave behind was this small mark?
Left as an unerasable image,
Unable to connect on the same line.
Is this really the best we could do?

You said you loved my smile,
The way I’d always say “I love you.”
There were so many things I was too shy to say,
Words I couldn’t bring myself to say to you.

Now we’re too far for those words,
The words that once made you smile,
Stuck here, unable to escape,
Broken, maybe?
I thought I’d forgotten everything.

So why is it that, in the end,
All we could leave behind was this small mark?
Left as an unerasable image,
Unable to connect on the same line.
Is this really the best we could do?

The reason I feel sad when I think of you
Isn’t because of how you look now,
But because only your eyes, nose, and lips in my memory remain,
Something I can’t ever fully bring back to life.

Why is it that we ended up
Trapped within this tiny mark?
Left as an unerasable image,
Unable to connect on the same line.
Is this really the best we could do?

I liked the small mark on my face,
Where you always used to kiss me.