i don't think i'll ever get over the way you held me in your arms and
the security that enveloped me.
i felt safe
free from judgement,
from hate,
from stress,
and filled with love,
and care,
and bittersweet warmth.
you rubbed my back,
and whispered to me that "everything will be alright"
you squeezed my shoulder blades
while telling me that "it'll be fine in the end"
our bodies touched
but our souls connected
and for that brief moment it wasn't you & me
it was us
and as cliché as that sounds
it's what happened.
it's a shame that tragedy brings people together
but i honestly don't think i'll ever get over the way you held me in your arms.
