#62: My Retreat

I hid in your arms

 

Waited for your hands to cradle me

Your fingers to sooth me

 

But that was asking too much

 

Our arrangement hinged on no emotional responsibilities

And I had already signed the release forms

So I retreated to my space

 

Waited for the morning

And sadly never came back

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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