Tattoo Detour Poem by J.C. Masa

Last weekend felt like therapy.
It was planned, but still ended up sponty.
We almost got lost, but it led us where we were meant to be.

I'm not ill, but your presence feels like a remedy.
Tired physically, yet my soul is full of energy.
Every detour was worth it, as long as I had your company.

The ink on the skin is forever,
But the memory of it will surely leave a mark.
Being with you feels like an adventure,
A fleeting moment that still lights up the dark.