Fragile

Light streams in through the tree tops I feel the rough bark under my hands As I sit next to you and listen to the quiet Your fingers are long, like a musician’s Carefully working to free fragile wings from the silk entrapping them I’d looked at your hands as graceful I’d looked at your eyes, sorrowful but still with a glint And as you saved one small life I never knew The damage that you would do to another Light shines dully through my bedroom window I feel the cold realization fill my chest As I sit in the quiet and listen to you. I saw your hands clenched, graceless and threatening I saw your eyes with a glint that was not playful I felt your hands, as strong as the wall at my back The antithesis of lover’s hands Something that was once innocent and fragile Fragile and broken.