and he read the braille that was her skin
no words were required
only the healing that comes from a touch
a touch that knows that it is also receiving
as well as giving
a touch that remembers
the last time
and anticipates the next
his fingertips gently pressing
along her cheekbone
her tears washing over his fingernails
his steady hand remained alongside her jaw
and his other hand pressed gently
on her shoulder
reassuring her
that he was always there
whether physically present
or not
he could feel the tension in her
and he knew to wait
he knew to wait
until the tension rolled
up from her toes
through her legs
around her abdomen
into her chest and
finally came out of her mouth
in heaving racking sobs
he had not caused the pain
but with her in his hands
he felt it
he felt all of the pain
that was coursing through her body
he could not take it away
nor did he try
but
he did the noble thing
he shared it
he neither diminished
nor denied
he merely stood
holding her
her shelter
in this particular storm
he had promised to protect her
and here he was
fulfilling his promise
finally she was able
to let it all go
finally she found a way
to stop carrying it
by herself
finally
she believed that he loved her
as he had always promised
and finally
she was free to love him back
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