I cannot save you
so why is it
that when you tell me
of your sad tales
your fractured heart
your wounded soul
I long to take out
my needle and thread
to sow you back together
stitch by stitch
To bring out my laundry detergent
and bleach
to wash out all
the stains you see on yourself
Despite my "better" judgement
and my many failures
I still take your hand
I wrap my small arms
around your gaunt frame
And I try desperately
to transfer the warmth
from my body to yours
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