If I could

I would hide your broken body in the dip of my clavacle

and keep you safe from a world too sharp for your butterfly wings.

I would dry your tears with dandelions from the garden,

letting the yellow petals map constellations between each freckle on your cheeks.

I would teach you to dance in a field of wildflowers,

spinning and spinning and catching you in my arms when you stumble.

I would silence their words with the sound of songbirds

and we would sing along, letting our chirps of laughter join their symphony.

If I could

I would keep you safe.