the quiet heart

there is an
emptying
that we all reach.
the sky too.
spent
of rain, or
snow.
it's evil
twin
sleet.
how nice it
is
though to
surrender under
the non
negotiable terms
of exhaustion.
to lie
prone, legs
splayed,
arms
behind your
head, the lungs
of you
resting, your
heart quiet,
empty,
at least for now.
love ending
can do this to
you.