Hurt flows from inside out. I feel pain radiating from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I never knew love could ache so horribly until you said “I don’t love you anymore”. I’ve tried everything but nothing relieves my suffering. I die a little more each day! R.B.

What can I do,
lost as I am in the wind
and lightning that surrounds you.
What can I do,
now that my tears
are rising toward the sky
only to fall back
into the sea again.
What can I do,
now that this page is wet;
now that this pen is empty.
From “Borrowed Love Poems” by John Lou