Weeks trickle by, June, then July
Finally a hairline crack appears
Pressure builds, pain distilled
And through the crack there seeps a tiny tear
This dam will break
The torrent rush and dump and wash away
This soul will ache
And heave and gush and wrack some more each day
What on earth remains
After all that heartache drains?
Foundations sodden, weakened to the core?
Only time will tell
Strength might fill this well
New walls might hold the self-love that I’ve mourned