Just One Touch

A gentle brush,

Such a minor unintended touch,

Of one leg passing another in the vestibule,

Creates a revolution.


As if a relationship has been made,

And kept dearly for years,

Daily routines,

Shared lives;

Pain and suffering.


And then its over; As if it never happened.


But it did.



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