How does one
arch against an ache
that steals the breadth of sky?
What may we offer
to alleviate such sweet agony
as loss of love demands?
There are few more wicked wounds
we will know than to be absent
from such gifts as the sanctuaries we've known
within a mother's womb, a mother's heart,
a mother's tender solace.
We will bear sorrow, as we must, somehow.
There is wisdom to be gained from these tragic emptinesses
which her beauty has pulled from beneath your depths;
there are lessons here, if you can bear them.
I know the paths leading to - and from -
this chaotic crevasse.
My heart will carry yours across these swirling waters
until you are safe upon another, far more gentle shore.
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