A Well of Tears (Inspired by Maxwell, “This Women’s Work”)

I was so wretched when we departed. My world—the color

Of death. And you smiled—the arms of another. You loved

In my absence, addicted to lust. I crumbled—intense grey.

And I die—to ponder strength—a hardened shell. Plus, so

Many regrets: we never dined the sun; and we never had a

Son. But such the glory, a marvelous girl; and such the tears—

To fall the words. Know that I hate not, aloft the brilliance;

And feel free to fly; for death suffocates the breath, and life

Burdens the conscience. My precious swan, enjoy the rose:

Set fire to prose; and forge the magic. I fall—to fathom such

Beauty; and die—to vision such smiles. Imagine God, a vibrant

Feeling; and ponder Christ, the ultimate love. Something

Beckons joy, a yearning soul; and something beckons pain,

A brilliant soul. Feel free to fly, my precious swan.