Residence

It felt good at first... But when I awoke to find out it wasn't a dream but instead your filthy hands in my pants, I trembled in fear. I froze not understanding what was happening. How could you let this happen to you. No amount of overthinking, preparation or past trauma could of changed what has happened. You were heavy and I pushed your arm off.

Little did I know that weight would follow me around and continue to bring me down. 

If the police didn't take you away that night... You would of had fatherless children and I would be sitting in a confide vault stranded with just my thoughts. Not much different than I am now. Except I wouldn't need to hear you deny what you did anymore. You wouldn't say anything anymore. You deserve that. Best possibility of closure I will ever reach.