his fingers caress my skin
a touch
that i haven't felt in so long
i almost didn't recognize it
he wants to reach me
but i am damaged
& i will never be anyone's
for i am like the seasons
i leave, i return
the cycle
like tides, the sun, the moon
i touch his face & kiss his scars,
gently
in hopes that i may give him enough to remember
how beautiful he is
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