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No Quick Fix ( I Am Not A Hero)
We missed again,,
our window
to re-connect
has passed.
Another event,
and you are racing out the door.
So busy these days,
that an invisible wedge
has positioned itself
between us.
I snuck into the room,
as instructed,
my hand across your back,
while you slept.
A wave of anxiety overcomes me
at the thought of penetrating you.
It never was an issue,
until the alcohol was gone.
And I can't bear to leave you unsatisfied,
contributing to another resentment of me.
In some ways, it is a relief
that I didn't have to disappoint you.
In honour of us,
it can only be a rough patch,
because there is something worth saving.
our window
to re-connect
has passed.
Another event,
and you are racing out the door.
So busy these days,
that an invisible wedge
has positioned itself
between us.
I snuck into the room,
as instructed,
my hand across your back,
while you slept.
A wave of anxiety overcomes me
at the thought of penetrating you.
It never was an issue,
until the alcohol was gone.
And I can't bear to leave you unsatisfied,
contributing to another resentment of me.
In some ways, it is a relief
that I didn't have to disappoint you.
In honour of us,
it can only be a rough patch,
because there is something worth saving.
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