i found him broken on the floor
in pieces thick and red,
then waited for the help to come,
unwrapping all he'd said
my thoughts were quick and panicky,
my confidence, all air --
for no one solves a problem quite
like one whose never there
the lifting and the carrying,
the words of comfort soft,
the whiteness of the anodyne,
the hope i held aloft --
then someone said he'd be okay.
that broke the dams of grief:
there was no understanding this,
for all was disbelief
but what we cannot understand
we may see yet, and clear:
that broken red is everywhere
just waiting to
appear
