This is gorgeous Maryanne. Like a lot of your poems, it is incredibly vulnerable and open, but your use of language is always confident. I felt like you wrote this quickly, and not because it seems rushed, just I feel like you were trying to quickly capture this stark feeling.

The idea of being 'like' a tattoo is an interesting one, as it pertains to permanence, but in this case 'was' suggests this persona still lingers on the skin, even though the relationship is over. This idea is reinforced in the passing of Spring.

The only part I wasn't so sure about was 'transported to your lips' as it comes across a little clumsy, and it's usually used in the passive? Transported is just a little too general in the context of the poem.

It's a beautiful piece of writing. One that I have too many thoughts about and not enough time to express them at this moment!