Liz Rowlands
You are

the tarnish on my silver
the smear on my window
the leak in my roof
the rust on my bumper
the lichen on my stoneware
the chip in my glass rim
the scratch on my furniture
the coffee-ring on my table
the stain on my china
the wine on my carpet
the tear in my bedsheet
the ladder in my stocking
the hole in my sole
the scar on my body
the bruise on my skin
the blood in my heart.