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.