If you know love, then pain is no stranger.
You catch them fast and hard.
A disease, an arrow to the knee;
a proposal, a blue plus sign.
They hit your chest at the same spot,
one a twinge below the throat
the other a blooming fire across your breasts.
If you know love, know then that pain is its twin.
It brings thunder into your summer joy,
but if the sun doesn’t shine brighter after,
perhaps you were having a warm winter.
If you know pain, you must know love.
It is loss, it is confusion, it is regret.
It is a wrongly placed trust.
It is loving the wrong person.
It is pain.