grief and trouble carried with
spring ice buckling underneath
soul quick falling through the crack, through the firmament
falling like a heavy rock
trouble is that grief got stuck
grabbed the edges of the ice, became permanent
now it follows me around
to wherever I am found
gossip with it, and ill will, rumor peddling
that I didn't die but live
knew the land with naught to give
well and maybe the odd quails, with their meddling
which of them told him the truth
him the master of my youth
but they gave my secret up, with their bantering
and unable to resist
he pursued me through the mist
grief and gossip rode nearby, horses cantering
he caught up, and having found
hugged me, lifted, spun around
alongside him, in the saddle, grief chuckling
said he really couldn't stay
all we had was that one day
grief remained though to the end, it is suckling
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