TSWM

Piece by piece I collect the breadcrumbs

They lead me to the crumbled staircase of his shattered soul

I feel his sorrows on the crisp air like a breath on the back of my neck

He does not need me- for which I am grateful-

As my own soul was shattered long ago

Drawn to him I climb in hopes to see him whole-

-Once more when I reach the top

His pain is deep

The cold you feel in your bones

The ache in the pit of your gut

The choking, gasping breaths you take as your body writhes from the curdled scream of woes

His love weighs more

His happiness reflects like sun rays on each sea glass shard of his puzzle piece heart

He is not broken

He is the beauty and embodiment of tranquility if only you look for his pieces 

So I will climb,

I will find my strength

As he does

Each day