I remember how sweet it was when you held my hand Just to let me know you were there and that you cared But with my hand pressed against yours you noticed
"what are those?"
You caught me off guard And we were both looking at the faint reddish pink marks all over my wrists and arms
"it's nothing just the cat"
And you smiled a weak smile Knowing **** well I didn't have a cat
I am currently eating a cucumber. That has nothing to do with the poem, it's just a very good cucumber.