"The Runaway" by Monica WP

*A poem about when the heart and body need to stay separated*

He touched every part of my body
And made me feel like
None of it was bad

He came to see it every week
And it always felt like
He left too soon
And never filled me enough

And I ached for him in the meantime

When he collapsed on me afterwards
Shaking his head in disbelief
Of the power he witnessed
And gave way to

I knew that he had found his home
And I ask myself

"Why does he keep running away from it?"

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