10 SEPT 97
PAIN
It’s yours alone
It can’t really be shared
By those who are not there
It’s like the longing
For a relationship
That once was good
And no matter
How the two of you try
The needles are in you
It’s like the freedom
We think we have
Then know it’s not true
Pain
When we don’t work
Together as one
Blaming each part
Rubbing it all wrong.
CALDER WOLFE