Tayama

Still

The blackness returns as he knows it will

 

His shame lays there like a long overdue bill

 

His posture goes slack

 

She touches his back

 

Her long, fine hair brushes his shoulder blade

 

His sadness fades a little, under her gaze

 

She says…It will pass, as it always will

 

And I will love you because of it…still