Brushing the hair
Out of your eyes
A gentle stroke,
On the shoulder
Forehead
Thigh
Anywhere really…
Letting someone cry
Holding and being held
The looks that say
You’re ok
It doesn’t matter
You mean something.
To me.
Not being judged
Just being loved
And cared about
Soothes
Tired, and fucked up
Souls.

– Judi Reed, 2015