When you lay your head
On my bare chest
I found it sinking in.
Slowly.
Through my flesh.
You fell asleep,
Like an infant, unaware.
But the lead weight
Of your skull
Wasn’t an infant’s.
You sank slowly
Through my chest,
Between my breast.
Was it the weight of the memories you collected.
Or the hidden sorrows.
Or the broken promises.
Or the things from the past