"Pain"
She answers the phone
"Hello"
"How are you?"
"Hanging in there"...
He sighs silently
Wishing her pain away
"What's wrong?"
"My leg hurts"...
His question pushes
"Did you call the pharmicist?
"I just took Tylenol"
"Something stronger could help"...
"Maybe later"
Delaying solution
And prolonging what?
Martyrdom's fear?...
She knows his thoughts
Through the pain
Unrelenting always
And overwhelming...
The conversation dies
As both cope
With unmet expectations
Woven in love's fabric.
Paul Colaluca
(12/12/05)