DON'T!

By Wendy Shywalker

Stop! Please Pop, please don't!
I close my eyes, I don't want to see.
My outer calm lies, for inside me is an
emotional hurricane of truth, I can't face.

The heat of your hand comes closer.
Damn it! Don't do this! I'm begging you,
Pop. Please, don't do this to me.

I flinch, a recoil from this moment.
I want to run away, before you have a chance.

Too late. Contact-- you did it.

Your hand touched my cheek.

You just said goodbye.