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She opened just enough,
a space—she thought he’d rest in.
The care she offered him,
something he could believe in.
His world he gifted openly,
a place that he kept hidden.
He asked her to share his life,
but she faulted for a minute.
Unsure of what she’d heard,
the trust that he was giving.
She shared her day to bide her time,
a pause that she had needed.
The words that followed
she now regrets—
retreating and heartbroken.
About the Creator
Kiana Carda
“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor
Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.
Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.
Would love any feed back x
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