I met her at a crash.

And something struck me.

It was more of a whisk than a bash.

A connection was made.

But sometimes the demons we cannot escape.

She had to go away.

Off she went.

And put up a wall.

I needed to know, but she wasn’t ready.

I had to wait.

Off I went. I held the pain.

Didn’t think I’d see her again.

But I did.

I asked her for forgiveness.

And she graciously obliged. What a relief.

But the line was drawn.

She had learned from her past.

That precious things need special care.

I respected that more than she knew.

Again, I felt like a friend.

But outside looking in.

The pain was here to stay.

But Released! I had been.