You are

You are...

A stubborn stain on a lovely toy

A frayed edge of a favourite dress 

A constant corner in a healed heart 

An echo

A blot

A lingering whiff

a syllable almost escaping

And you are

A tiny scar across

the heart 

visible to none but the self

_________________________
You are

A grubby stain on a soft toy

A frayed edge of a favourite shirt

An echo

A blot

A lingering whiff

A syllable almost escaping

And you are

A constant lodger
In a corner

A pale shadow

A tiny scar

across

a healed heart 

___________

You are

A grubby stain on a soft toy
A frayed edge of a favourite shirt

An echo
A blot
A lingering whiff

A syllable almost escaping

The tip of my pen, my tongue

And you are

A constant lodger
In a corner

A pale shadow
A tiny scar

across
a healed heart

___________

You are

A grubby stain on a soft toy
A frayed edge of a favourite shirt

An echo in an endless abyss

A fading blot on a faded canvas

A lingering whiff of a forgotten scent
A syllable almost escaping the careless pen

And you are

A constant lodger 

in a corner

A pale shadow, 

A tiny scar

across a healed heart