You carry all your weight Tightly stretched across your face Like evidence or proof that everything aged you I measured steady breaths (afraid of truth, or of being rebuked) "what horrible things cling to you?" I did not expect to get an answer at all Or for your to let your guard down But either a ghost or a sigh escaped you Your color fled, though your resistance would not be moved You said, "when you have given so much, so little remains. Like a wound that will never heal, all that's left is to wait"