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
