Bruises

You may be gone, 

But the bruises you left behind,

Have not yet faded. 

I stare at them numbly as I run my fingers 

Along my smooth neck, 

Red and purple dots decorate the delicate skin. 

I am numb to the thought of you,

But the bruises are not,

They evoke memory of your skin against mine. 

I hope to forget, 

As the bruises slowly fade, 

Everything I ever learned about you.