Yes, he laid me.
Aching heart; fear-filled,
Longing for even the bleakest comfort,
He gave his arm out. Solace, I thought.
He held my hand, moving an inch every hour,
I could call the hoax, no naivety here.
Yet, hope is a bitch!
So yes, he laid me.
He walked the street, whistling,
A beat in his gait.
Our eyes never met.
Lying under the sheets I thought,
“If never can I forgive myself for a deed that harmed, I will have you.
You will be my penance to all my wrongs.”