There is a pain when I look at you.
It is hidden, dormant beneath
Every scene we run,
Every milestone that comes.
It is the brick out of place in the bridge between us.
And no matter the hours or workmen,
Brandished with steely hands and hearts
To build the bond,
To right the wrong,
It is cemented in souls as the blotch in our paintings.
Regardless, the kind eyes filled with rue,
How countless the happy times seem too.
There is a pain when I look at you.
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For Every Moment, a Poem
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