She has gone.

Lying in her lover’s arms, she felt smaller than ever before. The dead of night brings back her fears.

She’d tried to explain, but the answer was always a physical touch. It did not heal her soul.

The understanding of the early days- gone in the complacency of familiarity. She’d begun to define herself in terms of “him”.

Two hearts, once beating in unison, now replaced by the dull thudding of one.

She has gone.

nataliajoukoff

Joined January 2009

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