Sometimes I forget.
everyone knows somebody with a story to tell
I forget I'm one of those people.
Sometimes.

It's been so long since I last ****** back at a simple touch.
But, it hasn't been long since I stepped in when another awkwardly had plans.
And he didn't accept that answer.

I went in, guns blazing,
My female dog by my side,
Her hackles raised, yet completely untrained.
She hated him.

She alerted it to me in the dark,
A low warning growl, followed by a gently herding backwards.

Away from the scary whispering man in the dark.
She doesn't like men as a rule.
Still, the interactions gravity didn't hit me until later.

Then I shook for a while
I huddled up to my dog for a long while.
She growled and straddled me when my partner came.

He backed away.
We hugged and breathed for a bit.
It took me so long to recognize my own trauma again.

She's familiar with the hurt of abandonment.
Yet, she became intimate with my fear too  
I feel rather sorry for that.