When you came back to me
you were crazed
with fault lines.
Blame lines.
Hurt lines.
Desire lines.
A thousand spiderwebbing cracks
that threatened your integrity
and made me fear that
you were only held together
by the memory of
who you wanted us to be.
You were
fighting hard against
a shattering
and it would have been so easy
just to squeeze.
But I have held you gently in my hands
since you were born.
Carried you to sleep and
helped you up
when all the world was hard.
I will not break you now.
You were crazed
when you came back to me.
But those lines are not your fault.
