A Test

The past has resurfaced

in the form of uncertainties and tears
It’s a test of fortitude, perhaps
To see how much meek souls
can endure.
Facts spin wildly
What was truth, for a time,
is lost.
The sun shamelessly shines
The clouds persist in their
shape-shifting play.
Naive and trusting, her tear-filled
gaze engages mine
My eyes a misty meadow;
hers a questioning sky.
But words that might comfort or appease
catch painfully in my chest.
There are no words, it seems.
No reason or easy explanations.
There is only now and
what will be
And a love that will
never, ever end.