The Notches Of Love

Everytime her pie hole flapped

He would carve another notch.

And every notch was piled up

The last one was a gotcha!

It split their bark.

Turned their love light dark

It left a mark…

The marks joined up til

They formed some words

They were tough to make out

Then the main marker heard

Himself say

Not today.

No damn way.

There was no would left to notch.