You slowly approach me like a scared, wounded animal.
I don't move towards you.
I want this to be at your pace.
I know that this moment is essential to your healing.
All of this needs to be on your terms.
We can talk later if you need to unload.
For now, I just want to touch and hold you.
You touch my hair.
Smoothing it under your light touch.
Fingers trace over places that once knew warm, wet kisses.
You suddenly grasp my shoulders and slam your body into mine.
Grasping and clawing like a drowning man.
But I hold you tight.
I won't let you fall.