You carried a weight
For many years.
put that weight down, put the bucket down,
you do not need to make a big fuss about such a little thing.
I remained silent, angry at
I carried a weight too-one you didn't see-
salty sadness of loss,
a world we stopped sharing.
I don’t know about your weight,
but I lost my roots, my branches
and my life force while you carried on
about your little bucket.
Your weight just slows you down.
Mine is about to kill me.