Gentle

I cried because of the way he became gentle with me,

Held me like I was holy,

Touched me like I was something precious,

Made me feel like an exception.

I cried because of the way he crossed his own boundaries

and the way he broke the rules he had made for himself,

and I cried because time drew the curtain

and distance cut the rope,

but memories write fairytales

and instead of crying I have started just wishing.

 

 

 

 

 

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