I watched you push your painted, half-filled heart up the hill,
Place it on a staff and wave it high
For all to see.
I saw you stumble when tragedy rent your days
Like sails in the hurricane,
How your knees fell atop your emblazoned flag
And crushed it like a grape.
I felt the pain you carried like a rucksack lashed to your chest.
Saw the way you lifted it in front of your eyes until
You could no longer see the path.
I waited patiently, years perhaps if I knew of time.
Until finally you noticed me.
Watching, feeling, seeing, waiting.
Until you found a place to set down your pack
Long enough for us to climb this hill,