I poured my weight into her hands,
Dropped my sorrow at her feet.
She held it all, without complaint,
Until the burden felt complete.

She smiled, she nodded, she gave advice,
Steady, kind, and true.
But cracks were forming, slow and quiet,
I never saw what she already knew.

Then one day, I disappeared,
Not a word, not a sound.
I thought she’d feel relief, maybe peace,
But my silence cut too deep, she said.

I came back like nothing happened,
Like time could mend the space.
But she wasn’t where I left her,
There was distance in her words.

She held onto the...