you touch the wounds
you didn’t make,
not to heal them -
just to show me
they can still be held
without breaking again.
I think of your hands
like they never left -
the way they explore,
not gently,
but like they know
exactly
how I break.
My skin remembers
the drag of your fingers,
the feeling of your lips,
......
She is light -
not loud or blinding,
but steady,
warm,
the kind that stays
even when the sky is dark.
She carries goodness
in the things she does -
not for show,
......
I think of your hands
like they never left -
the way they explore,
not gently,
but like they know
exactly
how I break.
My skin remembers
the drag of your fingers,
the feeling of your lips,
......
She is light -
not loud or blinding,
but steady,
warm,
the kind that stays
even when the sky is dark.
She carries goodness
in the things she does -
not for show,
......
you touch the wounds
you didn’t make,
not to heal them -
just to show me
they can still be held
without breaking again.