‘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.’
‘Yes, I will.’