How did we lose it?
Not by choice for some of us
-That's what makes this hard-
In the back of a car
Back of a truck
The front of a car
In broad daylight, the park
At a party
My bedroom, his bedroom
A public restroom, home bathroom
The mall dressing room
My own living room
In the ditch behind my house
My neighbors shed
On the road in front of my house
At a friends house, a sleepover
- In an alleyway-
My basement
My closet
A parking lot, a hotel room
At gunpoint, at the end of a knife
On a dare
On a desk, in a classroom
In the back during class
To an object, to a father
A friend, a boyfriend
An ex
A stranger
A cousin, A friends cousin
A sibling
I dont remember
More than one
Too many to count
Repeatedly
On film
The harshness of all this truly lies in where I will lose it....
In a quite room with my husband
In his gentle hands
and safe in his love