I never noticed the tattoo
On her left wrist
Until I saw it briefly
As she reached down
To shape the number 100
On the ground with treater
For her steed to eat.
Just when she branded herself
I cannot say, maybe as far back
As when I knew her back then,
And I just never noticed,
Too consumed with watching
Her eyes or her mouth.
Maybe it wasn’t there then,
Inscribed since, a string
Of symbols I can’t interpret,
If they have any meaning at all,
There for me to take notice of
Now, a new feature for some one
I thought I knew everything about
(and really know nothing)
Did she do it out of love for someone,
A declaration of possession,,
Signifying her undying affection for,
Or perhaps she just liked
The way they looked
A tattoo bracelet with no
Real meaning at all
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