Amelie

Veronica Monet
2 min readJul 30, 2022

That sunny mountain afternoon

As you sped toward me, one ear up

The other hanging down

Tongue dragging the ground

Insinuating yourself into my lap

Your eyes searched deep into mine

You were the only one to see my truth

So completely, that of course I fell in love

It was an impossible connection

Your home was not with me

But I hoped with all my heart

You’d be mine one day

The look of fear in your face

When you realized once again

Your last human had returned you

Because of imagined defects

Kneeling to quiet your trembling

I promised “This is the last time”

Somehow you knew it was true

And off you ran to my front door

But you had not chosen me

I needed to know what you wanted

Later we visited your last human

And you ran to her with glee

I gulped with terror

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Veronica Monet
Veronica Monet

Written by Veronica Monet

Author, Creative Consultant for award winning documentary, IFS Informed Coach, Certified Sexologist. I write about s-e-x, shame, relationships, trauma, healing.

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