It will not last,
this tattoo on my wrist
of a swirling comet
and two fixed stars.
The stain of henna
will fade, will diminish.
Not like his death,
which teaches me
forever every day.
But his life is ever here,
tattooed into my blood.
Every pulse remembers
how he entered my world
and changed everything.
There is no ink so enduring
as love.