life and its burdens

i loved you because you heard me.

the hidden notes that strike below words

and into meanings-

life and its burdens felt light resting on four shoulders.

(and i, i think, heard you too.

except when the distance turned to echos of what we wanted the other to say.)

now i am afraid to speak again,

for fear that if you hear me,

i might never stop

to see that you put all of the weight back on me.