The Pain Itself

My eyes well up

At the thought of his smile

Nay - the clear view of it

In my heart


Innocent confusion

In his mind

The spring of unlikely security

The thought of him sensing Loss

In my heart


The pain itself

I'm in awe of Love


The pang, itself

In itself is the Love

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