cold and dark. soft and hard.
each touch leaves an imprint; each imprint leaves a scar.
broken to be mended, but never the same.
the smooth lines from the beginning are all for a game.
and i don’t seem to learn when i get stepped on,
again and again.
etch in me words, names, memories,
i’ll never forget.
until i’m replaced
but there’s never regret.
what am i?