A Poem

I suppose you could say I died of the lonliness,
I didn't miss him, only his love.
While in his arms, for a split second, I felt safe.
My sorrows disappeared, crushed by a shared embrace.
Passion but no lust, a hunger but not for each other -
only for our troubles to disappear.
Our love was one of need, not desire.
We needed to feel the love the world denied us -
the love only we could understand, only we knew.
Only we knew what the other needed.
We as people are frightened of the unknown and unexperienced -
our love was the same - the contentment we felt was frightening.
The flame was put out and horrors that once were suffocated
arose again, pulling me down further than before.

Lyn Roberts

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