We walk where the rides stop humming
Wrist turned up to the air
The gate clicks small behind us
Like it knows we were there
Our pockets have the same old lists
Folded names and ordinary keys
But something quiet walks with us
Under the sleeves
The stamp is almost weather
A bruise of blue, a thinning sign
It does not need to stay forever
To prove the night was mine
The cranes stand thin beyond the road
But they do not look the same
You smile without permission
And morning learns our name
Soft mark
Soft mark
Glow under the dark
Soft mark
Soft mark
We were marked
Not torn apart
The city starts its little engines
Windows clearing one by one
A bus exhales beside the curb
Wearing pieces of the sun
No one asks us where we went
No one sees the fading stain
But the wrist remembers color
After water takes the name
Soft mark
Soft mark
Glow under the dark
Soft mark
Soft mark
We were marked
Not torn apart
Fade
Stay
Blue
Thin
Day
Near
Still
In
We do not tell the morning much
We let it open, page by page
The night was made of borrowed color
But it did not leave us erased
Soft mark
Soft mark
Glow under the dark
Soft mark
Soft mark
We were marked
Not torn apart
Soft mark
Soft mark
The day can take the spark
Soft mark
Soft mark
We keep it where we are
We cross back into schedules
But not the way we came
The stamp says less and less now
The wrist still knows its name