tendernesses
sweet and soft
like your grandfather calling you darling
or her hands stroking your hair when you break
as you do when someone shows you the kindness
you have been craving
like the green touch of the grass as you run your fingers through it
or the spider crawling across the sky seemingly unattached to anything but it's own hope
like your father's voice on the phone
like the chairs set out around the table in the courtyard or
the friend noticing your absence like your grandmother
telling you she thought of you and picked the angel card
tenderness
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