But then, love,
How can I describe the pain of separation?
How do I describe that searing pain
Of having a part of my heart
Ripped off the rest?
Or worse than that, the pain of
The constant needling in my head-
The continuous pencilling in my heart
Of your face, your voice, your smile;
All out of fear of forgetting
Anything that mattered-
For few things hurt worse when I realize
That now, all I have with me
Are those tiny, fleeting seconds -
And I no longer feel I can trust my heart
With them, so precious to me.