Quiet Retreat

He pushed the door softly
Left it slightly ajar
He couldn’t close it
But it felt like a scar.

In one way he understood
He knew her oh so well
She needed more attention
So for another she fell.

She knew that he loved her
But she looked out instead
He backed away so quietly
He just couldn’t go to bed.

They were still connected
He couldn’t give words voice
She had to find her own way
He left her to her choice.

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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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3 Responses to Quiet Retreat

  1. Kirsten says:

    This a powerful poem. Choices…

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