As my soft hand grazes your skin, I feel the memories your flesh holds.
Your scars, telling stories with no words.
Stories of sadness, despair.
Stories of how you lost your way.
I can see the tears in your eyes.
Brinking the dam you've built around your heart.
Your sorrow falling as that of a downpour.
Rain against your calloused skin.
I love you, dear.
I love your tears, scars, and your clenched fists as I tell you it's alright.
I'll love you no matter what.
