Truth (to Bean)

Burdened like boughs

Laden by late

April snow bending

But not snapping

Truth lies heavily

Often shed quietly

During those darkest

Moments of outrage

Difficult to lift

Impossible to sweep

It remains there

Until the sun

Once again breaks

Warming me knowing

What you said

You said lovingly

Not from spite

Nor from injury

Simply because you

You of all

Trusted I’d listen