Light streams in through the tree tops
I feel the rough bark under my hands
As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet
Your fingers are long, like a musician’s
Carefully working to free fragile wings from the silk entrapping them
I’d looked at your hands as graceful
I’d looked at your eyes, sorrowful but still with a glint
And as you saved one small life
I never knew The damage that you would do to another

Light shines dully through my bedroom window
I feel the cold realization fill my chest
As I sit in the quiet and listen to you.

I saw your hands clenched, graceless and threatening
I saw your eyes with a glint that was not playful
I felt your hands, as strong as the wall at my back
The antithesis of lover’s hands
Something that was once innocent and fragile
Fragile and broken.