They come to me for a kick start, a quick start, for a broken heart, or one that's stopped beating.
They come for spice, for ***, for connection, for healing.
They come to be seen, to be accepted with open arms, open mouth, open heart, and open *****.
They come to be renewed, rejuvenated, revived, resuscitated, reminded of what it is to love, and to be wanted.
And then they go.

Who heals the healer?