ONCE

Once
You bit my ear
Thrice.
One of “those” moments
Etched
Microchipped 
My mind.
My thoughts
Your hostage
The most inopportune times:
Drinking water
Working
Walking
You are there
Biting my ear.
Never confessed
The impact
Tattooed
In time.
You are gone
You never leave.
Do you?

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