Little Tattooed Names

I watched you trace your fingers

over the names tattooed on my arm

and my breath caught in my throat.

I waited for you to ask me about them,

started panicking over telling you the story,

but you just looked up and kissed me.

You never asked me about it,

and I know one day I’ll have to share the story,

but you didn’t ask and I appreciated it.

I wish I could tell you that.

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