Your memory moves through me like a hot knife on cold butter
Melting the hardness as it goes and
you’re here again to make it all better
The champion of my strength and encourager of my softness from those days before I was fully formed has come home.
You roam through the hallways of my mind
for my own hand to pick up that hot knife myself and cut through the solid surrounding me
Freeing that tenderness that needs to be seen