The Marks of You

~~ @Angela Wilcox October 2016

I wondered what I would say,
If ever I were asked...
How do you know for sure it's  her?
How would I answer that?

I closed my eyes and I thought hard,
About that very last time...
What could I actually remember,
Of this woman, she not mine?

The feel of our lips touching,
Is probably not outstanding...
Nor the gentleness of your kiss,
And the way it left me longing.

They'd want the color of your eyes,
They are brown, no green, maybe bluer...
What about her hair, they'd say?
Does silky softness help? I'd counter.

The Marks of you are subtle,
But are burned deep in my soul...
How do you know for sure it's her?
By my hearts raw, gaping hole.