You continue to hit me
though you're not around.
Invisible pain,
it's there

and it hurts.
Indigo bruises
along my arms,
a big fire brick lump

on the side of my head,
your fault,
you are to blame,
I feel frailer

as each Monday
comes and goes
without a hi there
or a toodledo.

Another needle
in my foot,
ringing in my ear
and a thump

on my cheek
but I go on like normal,
keep wounding me dear,
I'll get you back soon.