I was once asked to,
Tell him something sweet,
Sickly delightful to one’s ears,

Presumptions of my answers,
Hurtle through his mind,
As he waits in thickening silence.

I reply,
The sweetest thing is…
The smell of pricked pines,
after a heavy rainfall and,
The silence after a tremulous heartbreak,
as you sit within the rubble of loss.

He answers,
These sweet things you describe,
are consequent from an event of pain,
The movie scene downpour…
These are sweet?

We stare at one another,
A search for clarity,
A search for understanding.

I say,
You have focused on the wrong part.
I do not think the pain is sweet,
For once the pain and dramatics,
Have departed,
I can relish in the healing that follows,
and that,
is sweet.

© Danifrayz

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