Pain (2.13.14)

I am in pain.
It is an absence,
a tearing away of what ought
to exist.
It is the sinkhole
that eats everything.
It is the black hole
from which even light cannot escape.
It is emptiness.

I am in pain.
It is heavy,
a crushing weight that,
every day,
I must heave uphill.
It is the boulder that,
every day,
rolls back down.
It is the avalanche that suffocates me.
It is all there is.

I am in pain
because you are absent.
I am in pain
because I cannot escape.

I am in pain because of you.

I love you.
I love this pain.