The Bodyguard

You protect me from the world.
You couldn’t protect me from your heart.

Your eyes behind glasses looking for threats outside
but afraid to look at me.

You know. You feel. You see.

You know I escape so that you come after me.
You feel my back stiffen against your protective hand.
You see the tears waiting for the time when you have to go.

How you shatter my heart when you say:
It’s just my job ma’am.

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