Like Atlas.

I see your words - they are old words -
that are heavier than the world.
I read between the lines and feel the pain
of the cracks forming at the edges of your heart.

I would hate to see yours leak your soul.
Mine is already seeping.

I would lighten you, if you would let me.
I would mend your cracks as you would plaster mine.
We could share our loads and divide the burden.
We could carry the world together, wide and far.