What is Pain?

An Unfinished Description of Pain

How does one feel pain?
Of longing, of emptiness,
of realization and then of acceptance?
It is the pain of tears damming
in your eyes,
waiting to burst open
and a dry sob rising to the throat
then stifled.

It is the mournful gaze,
the pensive sighs, the tentative touch, the gasp in between breaths,trying to drown one's soul
in the sea of sadness.

It is the pregnant pause between the lines of a poem and the fading melody of a sad song, the end of a phone call and the slamming of the door.

It is the end of a conversation, the receding shoreline from a departing ship, the lingering perfumed shirt of a lost love one, the echo of a memory and the shadow of a farewell embrace.

It is the implacable sadness, the bitter aftertaste of a goodbye.

Ah but pain is a quicksand of sorrow. But that pain and joy of knowing that one has fully loved will forever be written in the forgotten sonnets of passion, in folly and in the memory of a one kiss too less.

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Pardon my sentimentality.  Poetry is shedding tears in ink. I'm just blogging my pain away.