My arms
shattered
as I slowly
placed them around him.
He whispered
"can I call myself
broken
if I've never felt
whole?"
I nodded,
yet broken was too much
of a whole
to describe
him.
I leaned over,
my arms grew back on –
they had to.
There was a lot
left to heal.
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