Fainting*

*potentially bad pseudo-poetry/venting

Three, four hours later.

I searched the bathroom walls.

Which corner snatched skin from my thigh as I fell,

In exchange for a bruise?

I looked for the surface

Where I bumped my chin.

Must've supported me for a moment,

gave me a red spot, too.

Did I call out his name loud enough?

Did I form the sounds,

push them out with my lungs?

Blackness was surrounding me-

I had no time to wonder.

I must have.

"What happened?"

He said, rushing in.

"Did you hit your head?"

He was nowhere to be seen.

I heard him.

I felt his arms around me.

I hung on with all I had.