He Ran His Hands Over My Past

He ran his hands over my past

He ran his hands over my past –
lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart.
And when I thought he’d run away
like the others had…
he told me I was a warrior,
and that
I’d never fight
another battle alone.

– Alfa

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