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Time is Pain

by R.J. Sadbac
September 28, 1997

I know a woman light as feather
Lifts me up when we're together
But time with her won't fly forever
Time will break our hearts away

She holds my hand when I'm beside her
See no need to be inside her
But hands attack her like a spider
Want so much to touch her skin

I hope someday she'll find another
One as life-long as a brother
As time will pass, we'll lose each other
But, for now, I know I'll love her.

PUBLICATION: The Crier, Vol. 35, No. 4, December 1, 1997, Corning Community College.

HISTORY: Though I had written over 100 poems in 1996, I had only been inspired enough to write barely 1/4 as much in 1997, during which I was a one-a-month poet at best. Amid its small pile, "Time is Pain" became my first '97 poem to be pulished.
Written during an early rehearsal for "Funny Girl", it's about a woman I'd been dating (my first girlfriend ever!). The title itself was written to sound like her first name, "Thomasine".
We'd only been dating for almost two weeks when I wrote this. We could see that, after our '97-'98 year at CCC was over, we would have to part ways. I, after already graduating in the Spring, was going to transfer to another college, and she was going to stay at CCC. That situation was the springboard for this poem.
This was one of two poems printed in Issue 4 of The Crier. Between four articles, two photos, and my "In Me" poem, my name appeared many times in that particular issue. So (as I had with two previous Crier issues), I printed this poem under the "R.J. Sadbac" name.
So, "In Me" and "Time is Pain" were both by me, but credited to different people.
This brings up an interesting side note: When the paper came out, a fellow CCC student talked with me about the two poems. Knowing that "In Me" was written by me, but unaware that this poem was mine, he said, "I like your poem, David, but this R.J. one is too corny."
Thomasine, however, knew who wrote it, and was quite pleased with it. (We later made a mutual decision to stop dating after four months, but remained friends.)

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