Transient

twenty three years spent on a rock
carve our names in the sidewalk
let them know we were there
memories live and die here
twin names written with a stick
seem permanent in the concrete
niches make a home for dust and debris
protecting what finds it way there, from falling feet
imperfections on a surface that disturbs
children playing hopskotch
waiting for the rain
that will wash their drawings away
count the pairs of eyes that pass these names
like crudely constructed hearts carved into trees
will they wonder who we are and if we'll pass here again?