Death Brushed Your Hand

Death brushed your hand.
You're broken, but you will mend.
You have shattered, but I am here,
to pick up your pieces and put them back together again.
Fractured, but I will heal you,
slowly, piece by piece.
One by one.
The cuts and bruises, I will clean and heal,
scabs and unforgettable regrets will cover you and swallow you whole,
but my love will too.
A cast will hug around your waist. But my hug too.
Tears will leak from your eyes. But some of them are from happiness too.
I will always be here. And you will too.

Author Notes: For three very special people in my life. <3

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