Romantic Pain

Pat Arnold
The pain ripples in waves,

as rain drops upon the rivers edge;

ever widening, becoming one long, infinite tear.

Love , like a pebble,

skips along the water, at first happily,

pluming, then sinking, without a force to carry it through.

Renewing rain dances upon the river's surface,

and like smoke rising on frigid water, the pain,

soon evaporates, and fades from memory.

Published by Pat Arnold

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