Smooth metal contours, cool under my hand.
Tiny, colorful shapes, alien, yet familiar.
Friendship, caring and something more.
Distilled, sterile in their delivery, yet so freely given.
Selfless, generous, precious, warm and kind.
An innocent love, wholesome and true.
An alien angel that must leave, seeking sanctuary among the elves. Fleeing from a safe haven that wasn't safe at all.
Running and hiding with nothing but the clothes on his back and the animal in his arms.
He took so little, expected less, yet left behind so much more.
He's free now, but I know he'll never truly know freedom.