This pain,
so acute in its objection
that I should ever try to gain relief.
Yesterday,
dragged by my family
to a place I used to frequent.
a restaraunt,
where I met her
7 years ago.
On and off,
a struggle of love,
many years and much confusion.
Divided by college,
united by longing,
destroyed and re-cut
mended
and torn again.
Yesterday,
they dragged me there.
I had been hurting all day,
as if some days are meant for that.
Saddened by a weird feeling
that only sunday can give.
They dragged me,
against my objections,
objections that the senses
will bring.
I walked in,
what were the chances?
corner booth,
blonde hair...
Her,
and another man.
Oh pain,
you are so acute in your objections.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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