Pain.
Like a candle burning
from both ends.
Enlightening, as it
melts into nothing.

Pain.
As our hearts break
into masterpieces.

Pain.
As it demarcates
living from the dead.

Pain.
What she felt
on her deathbed.

Pain.
As I write this,
for her.

Pain.
Because she'll
never read this.

- Landlocked Sailor