Strangers

Cursed and dread strangers,
burdened with novelty and wonder.
With you, I am lost
in what-could-have-beens.

And fates delight,
rasping with curled lips and hushed tones
at our clumsy embrace
and false serendipity.

So I thought about a tattoo
a midnight mark upon my skin.
A thousand needles
one for each you.