Sutures

I didn’t know I was opening your wounds, 
even when your blood was covering my fingertips. 
I couldn’t tell if it was yours or mine. 
We are both so fragile and torn. 
I'm sorry I did this to us.
I hope one day there'll be enough gauze to stop the bleeding.
I can't stitch you up,
I'm not a doctor. 
I don't even have a phone to call an ambulance. 
So I'm washing the blood off my hands and leaving.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I think you'll be ok.