Bruise

And like a bruise it isn’t even superficial
But with each simple reminder
There is fire under my flesh
I can’t help but reminisce
How could I have lost this?
It was right there, between my fingers
I was holding as tight as possible
As the feeling of loss lingers
I’m questioning, if I were able
Would I have stopped this from the start
Is this a battle worth fighting
Do I look back before I depart
And are there enough wrongs worth righting
To put myself on the line
When I say they, I mean me
And they’re there
Acting like they don’t care
But it’s like ignoring the gapping
Hole as the bloods escaping
All across the floor
It was right there, between my fingers
I was holding as tight a grip as possible
As the feeling of loss lingers
I’m questioning, if I were able
Would I have stopped this from the start
Is this a battle worth fighting
Do I look back before I depart
And are there enough wrongs worth righting
To put myself on the line
They’re there again, not facing the facts
What you had is gone
And life goes on
But they want it back
And they’re not shutting up
Til’ they’re face down across the floor
Or they’re belongings are restored
Whichever one comes first
It was right there, between my fingers
I was holding as tight a grip as possible
As the feeling of loss lingers
I’m questioning, if I were able
Would I have stopped this from the start
Is this a battle worth fighting
Do I look back before I depart
And are there enough wrongs worth righting
To put myself on the line