Pain Poem by Hope Wallin

This pain pierces me like a bullet
Through my chest.
It's a pain unlike all the rest.
Every time I see his perfect face,
My heart begins to race.
But to him, I don't exist,
As a shadow in the mist.
Then the pain hits,
Hard and fast,
As it has many times in the past.
I know someday I'll forget his face,
Forget the way my heart raced.
I'll even forget his name.
But I'll never be the same,
Because of the pain.