He touched me like no one ever did…

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Gerald never touched my skin;

But — 
He touched me with his eyes,
his words,
his smile,
his bittersweet stories,
and his melancholic lullabies.

He had a voice of a fallen angel,
his words were like a drug
to my empty existence — 
making me feel emotions, I
couldn’t possibly fathom.

He told me stories about his life,
the kind of stories
which break your heart,
but also make you feel
at home — 
that someone somewhere
knows; understands.

A lot of men touched me,
my skin, my hair —

But Gerald:
He touched me without 
ever having to use his hands.

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