What happened to those days
Where you would come to me
You’re small delicate hands
Lost like a butterfly
You reached for mine
In my hands I held you
Trust
I did not break you though
You came to me broken
Like a piece of shattered pottery
You tried to fix it
You tried to put the pieces
Of your life back
Together
Yourself
Unsuccessful
Come to me broken
I love you
Whispering softly
Into your ear
I call you back
As if not to break
What’s left
Of what only I can fix
Not you, but I
Will you trust me once again?
-Brittany Vos
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