‘Step back,’ she cries
‘You’re crowding me
I need room to breathe.’
She stands against the wall
Her eyes focused on me.
I see the sense of desperation in her
Her need to keep me at bay,
As maybe I have been too much of late.
Space is what I can provide
I step back, reluctantly,
I love being in her presence.
She makes me feel good in myself.
I don’t like that she hurts of my actions.
The space she requires is time away
A place where she can be herself.
Somewhere she can think alone
And not be influenced by my needs.
I retreat hurt and wounded
By the call to move away.
‘How long?’ I ask.
“Till I feel strong again,’ she says.
‘Do you want me to stay in touch?’
‘No. I’ll call you when I’m ready.’
‘You will?’
‘Yes, I will.’
Written for: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/maydays-prompt-space-walk/
Morpethroad 
I hear your pain 😉
Thanks Ginni I appreciate you stopping by.
Beautiful writing, but such a sad piece. You captured it so well. KL ❤
Thank you KL, I like the notion of writing to concepts as it provides with great scope, possibilities and ideas.
Hope the time apart is short and the phone call soon. Even I can be a hopeless romantic on occasion. You have captured heart break.
Thank you my friend, one hopes so too.
Well told. This kind of space I understand. But I’m happy for him it’s only for a little and that she is going to call him when she’s stronger. It’s a good sign she said so 🙂
Thanks Mandi I think so too…