The white raven and the water wolf...

When I hold your hand 
I fall into you, like rain
 upon a fractured pavement;
and I feel your pain.
 Each crack a timeline, an emptiness carved by 
steel tongues, by lying eyes
 by the relentless release of
 crystalline sorrow.
 As I try to flood your senses 
to wash away the pain and heartache,
 I truly understand; to love you 
is to love those who have gone before. 
I can’t erase the past
 or fix what has been broken
 but I can fill the emptiness with happiness,
 with understanding, with love;
 only if you’ll let me.

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