It Didn’t Hurt

It didn't hurt
when you were near
your touch was comfort
not haunted fear.
It didn't hurt
when you came close
I breathed you in,
my gentle host.
I didn't flinch
when your hand reached out
you'd keep me safe
there was no doubt.
And now, dear friend,
my mistakes I pay
with burdens and dreams
that bleed each day.
Here I yearn
left totally blind
to reality and logic
lost to my mind.
But, there wasn't fear
I know this much
for that brief time
it didn't hurt to be touched.