Her touch
soft, light and sweet
on my lips.
Her surprise when I grab her
push her against the wall,
mashing my lips with hers.
Her gasp
yet full of concern
for me
because I am not myself.
This is not me.
I would never do this to her.
Not like this.
She suggests that I should go
see the doctor
I nod,
and silently go
leaving her with her thoughts
hoping she will forgive me.

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