There is something about the way you
brush
my shoulders as I stand at the sink,
crying.
Because the water is scalding my hands but I cannot move them
will not
move them because I am feeling too much I am fearing too much.
And if I focus on the hot water, if I let myself cry
then the fears won't fall from my mouth
hot
like tears.
Because I will always be afraid.
But as your hands, gentle like your words brush the tears brush the fears from my cheeks
I am okay.
I am reassured.
I love you.

More and more

each day.