I've had this bruise on my hand
For about 4 days
I have thought for
Hours
Upon
Hours
About where it came from.
But I will admit that I have no clue.

I noticed it Monday night
Oh, you must remember that afternoon
It was nothing compared to others
But you held my hands up against the wall
And over my head as we kissed
The black mark on my skin
Looks to be the shape of your thumb
You've never been able to hold a hand
Without your thumb over their own

We never get to hold hands anymore
That would be too complicated
Maybe we held them a little too
Tightly when given the chance.

And maybe, just maybe,
There is a bruise on the back
Of your left hand.