Water Falling

There is a pain
beyond the reach of
oat and barley
beyond the science
of Bayer or Lilly

There is a pain
felt in the eye
but not seen
held in the heart
but neither heavy
nor heard

There is a pain
measured not of mile
nor clocked in chime
a pain with fingers
like the wind
nails long
cold

There is a pain
stillborn silent
solitary as rejection
A pain found
at the bottom of an empty
cup
A pain found in flowerless
stones
A pain embedded in
memories as vines
in brick
as grout
in cobble
as cobwebs
in corners

There is a pain
in an empty room
a chair not sat
a blanket not
pulled to the eyes
and feet out the
other end

There is a pain
in a phone
not ringing
in a phone
not answering
in the tears
one cannot see
in the hugs
one cannot give