Remedy

It looked like you’d been crying
when you came out to blink at the sun,
the rumour of spring in your nose
red from rubbing,
cigarettes consoling your fingers
fucked from wringing, ringless,
ruined, for now, but ever hopeful,
that at the bottom of all that feeling
you will find, as you have before,
the beauty that makes sadness
something to savour,
when the sky surprises
the clouds into dissolving
like a remedy and leaves
begin to unfurl.