I repressed
The memory
Just not as deep
As I would've liked
Now it slowly creeps out
A shadow I can
No longer ignore
The thoughts
Leave me cold
I go back to my
Lovely distracting fantasy
Just like I did when I was three
A dark room
He knew
I was scared
He comforted me
A touch
That was
A bit too much
And I wonder
Just as I'm writing this
If he remembers
Just as the memory
Has found me.
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