When you think of windows as a collection of shards,
you finally understand why pain and pane are homophones.
You will want to jump through one, like circus animals do
with flaming hoops.
You will want to check on him so often that your heart
will start saying checkmate whenever it worries about the possibility
of his own heart being captured by the darkness.
The only agony worse than the suffering
the spine undergoes at not being able to witness its own beauty
is watching the one person you love give up in the middle of a storm,
hands up in surrender,
after spending months riding the currents with clenched fists.
But sometimes standing miles away, high up safe on the observation deck,
is the only option available:
do not blame yourself for being able to keep your head above water
while he can’t help but drown.
It is neither of your faults.
You do the best you can
and sometimes your best
is the only thing you can do.
There is a reason the seasons change-
so the people that experience the weather unique to each one
will understand that nothing, not even the long cold nights, will last forever.
One day, for him, it will no longer be winter.
In fact, maybe on some days, you are his only glimpse of spring.