In the throng,

I spied you sitting solo,

Green of the bench,

Accenting your eyes,

You didn’t see me,

Melded into the swarm,

Sadness pooled in your eyes,

Hurt by God knows what,

I wanted to be the one,

Be the penicillin to heal you,

But it was not to be,

Pain came to comfort you,

Thrusting an arm around you,

Mopping dry your crimson stained eyes,

Hand-in-hand you strolled away,

One spartan look,

Cast over your shoulder,

You knew I was there,

Without truly knowing,

But your heart was committed to another,

Committed to Pain…

Of love.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~