I sink to the floor,
tired of holding my body up.
The tears consume me,
and my body starts to shake.
He kneels down next to me
and takes me,
holding me tightly
into his arms. 

“Everything will be ok,”
he whispers in my ear.
I’m not sure who he is trying to convince.
I want to believe him.
I want to hide
in the safety of his arms.

Wrapped into his embrace,
my shelter from the cold.
But, the comfort of his touch
doesn’t shield me
from the sound of my tears.
His touch doesn’t save me
from the searing pain
in my heart.