I remembered.
And it hurt and it sting.
You said you were not thinking.
Go with the flow, you were flowing.
With her.
And you held her
and you touched her.
like you would if that was me.
It hit me.
It was painful.
I was wounded.
It healed but it left scars.
Scarred forever, maybe longer.
I am scared whenever I remember.
I'm afraid of the pain and the sting and the hurt.
Your touch betrays me when I remember.
You touched her just the same.
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