The tiny splash of
pastel colors
like a splotch of a rainbow
on one cotton-ball-sized cloud
floats over us
as the tears form
in her eyes…
one falls
others threaten
as the loss, the emptiness
breathes through to
reality
shows up on the surface
from the depths of
secret hiding spaces within,
way below the places we want to share
but share we must
and we do…
and that splotch of rainbow
brightens the abyss
and shines beauty
on the union
of shared sadness…