Warmth Reassured

"What is the matter?"
You wonder anxiously.
My reply gives no reassurance,
It is a whisper.
It is soft,
My eyes glance away,
Toward the future,
The days to come, the healing.
But right now it seems as though,
Nothing will be quite right again.
You grab my hand.
Warmth surrounds me.
I was wrong.





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