I came back from the woods
With a hole in my hand
From where it had rested on a thorn
Just so I could relieve myself

I concentrated on the hole for the longest time
When I returned to his car
He asked if he should take me to the hospital

How silly - I thought - It was just a hole in my hand
And we fought about it for awhile

Until he kissed me ...

I still remember all of the rest ...

Before he killed himself

There’s still a small mark on my hand
Where the hole was
From the thorn.