The snow kept falling and ice seized as
winter pressed dark and hard
layered high as the banks of a deep river
draining your strength, dry.
Though no consolation, some say there is beauty in the breakdown
and that great movement is gained the deeper you go.
you didn't ask to go. had
no desire to carry the world on the slate of your back
begging for slack.
would suffering slough off, peel away, shift into freedom
I will not say that your shattered world will make you stronger
I will not impose meaning where there may be none
I will just say that structure will return
that all possibilities are fleeting
that the water will become clear again, though leave a heavy trace.
Take no ownership of this trial
put your head on my shoulder and cry, knowing
when things fall apart
they fall back together, again, and we are left
to ask nothing, but why.