outlines of things

Weight has always been a problem for me -
too easy to gain, too difficult to lose.
If I don't pay attention it piles upon me.

It is not always a tangible thing,
secrets are weighty,
 so is disappointment,
so is loss.

You can feel the absence of weight,
that lightness - that spring in your step.

There are outlines of things that used to be,
and there is the weight of choices -
choices made, choices waiting to be made.