Tender a longing you try not to think of
Tender a wound that hurts to touch
Tender a shy thing a cry thing so eggshell
Tender a sigh that holds so much
Tender a look you’re never quite sure of
Tender the arms that you don’t want to leave
Tender is something to welcome the truth of
Tender a memory you can’t help but grieve
Tender is space an embrace to be glad of
Tender a name as it’s heard in your voice
Tender a place where the lonely are mended
Tender a hope and a gift and a choice
