we cannot bear.
Like Rodin's caryatid
we contort, attempt
to twist our mangled selves
into some shape strong
enough to shoulder stone.
Underneath a night sky
the stars, cold and merciless
diamonds tossed careless
across an infinite sea,
say that the universe
does not care that we
are not strong enough
to bear its weight.
In all our years
I never guessed
that you would be
the stone
that broke me.
Ouch, I like it… but ouch.