Can’t accept he’s actually moving,
Seems hard to believe…
He promises to call-
To keep contact;
Promises never to forget.


Futile waits beside the telephone,
They never come.
Tears spill-
I break down.
Gradually, I pick up the pieces;
Promising never to fall again.


Then, I meet him…
Quirky smile,
Mature manner,
A tender hand-
A caring touch.


I struggle to break free,
From the false shroud of security.
I writhe and moan-
Craving to be alone again…
He was too close.


Gently, he removes the bricks,
One by one.
While I fight to repair
The wall around me.


He reads me-
Caressing my thoughts;
Calms down
My fluttering heart,
Soothes my nerves.


Trusting him, I do
Open the gates once more.
He is for real,
He is for true-
Promising- “I’ll never leave you…”

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