She shows up to work with a purple eye
“Car accident,” she says and prods gingerly at her cheek
“Someone rear-ended me, didn’t notice the stop sign.”
Didn’t notice me.
But her friends at work notice
“She must be a terrible driver
to have so many car accidents,” someone says
“Terribly unlucky,” I say.
Unlucky in love, we all think.
“I was pretty shaken up,” she says
and rubs her right shoulder
There’s a bruise there that we can’t see
But no one can truly hide the bruises on their face
“I just needed a mental health day, you know.”
And she smiles a weak smile, winces as she shrugs
that bruised shoulder, and she looks at us
No, through us, searching. With eyes that see and see
but never land