The Day After

Brushing my hair, I swiftly sheaved its morning fluffiness into a band,
And I saw the three glaring spots on my forearm
Where my skin screamed in protest
At your strength battling mine.
Yet I know it for truth-
I needed it.

Outside, it froze unfeeling and foggy, the trees dipped in whiteout and I
Thought it appropriate for such a day to see and feel nothing
When you vanished so coldly away
From my heart and self
Leaving only bruises
To keep me alive.