contusion (n).

I treat your heart like a bruise -
I run my thumb over it
softly, like it is
purple and black, like
you somehow dropped it
when not looking where
you were landing your steps. 

Of your heart, like a bruise, I ask, 
"how did this come to be?"And,
"does it still hurt, does it hurt you,
when I press you, even softly,
when I bring my arm to your arm
and ask you to stand?"