Bruise Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Every time I look at my arm
I have a very simple reminder
of a very specific time and place.
You grabbed my arm &
held on to me tight
Every so often I'd look at you and think
to myself what could have been.
All the possibilities
If I hadn't of rushed,
Would I still have felt the same amount
of pain that I did.
But soon I realized
that not all bruises are meant to last
& soon the pain will subside
Just as the memory of this bruise