I know

I know I wasn't the hardest hit.

And I know my side isn't even

scratched.

But I still felt it. That abrupt ending.

The sadness of the contact.

But I know I wasn't the only one.

And I won't ever be.

And that's nice that I don't have to be alone.

And it's nice that I can see the scratches and stains

and hurt parts. It's nice that they can see mine too.

I know that for certain.

I definitely know.