Remembering

Remember the day
I hurt my arm
You were there
while I was being patched up
I remember it
as if it were only yesterday,
the look of concern and caring
on your face
I remember too,
the way that she teased you
Telling you that she thought
I was going to need a transfusion
Which of course,
I didn't.

What I remember most,
is the beautiful thing you did
Holding out your arm
almost automatically
after her words
It's the little things,
that say the most.