Vulnerable

That night when we reached a dead end

you were obdurate and I, adamant

I should have walked out then

I did step out, to clear my mind

a purposeless meander turned into a hike

and I came back to fall into your arms

for that is the most natural thing for me

is there now poetic justice that

you have decided not to return

if only I had stuck to my original plan

I could have had the upper hand

but then my heart has always been

more vulnerable than thine.

(Please note this is a work of fiction)