The pain of love is this: the parting after the kiss;
the train steaming from the station whistling abnegation;
each interstate’s bleak white bar that vanishes under your car;
every hour and flower and friend that cannot be saved in the end;
dear things of immeasurable cost ... now all irretrievably lost.
Note: The title “The Pain of Love” was suggested by an interview with Little Richard, then eighty years old, in Rolling Stone. He said that someone should create a song called “The Pain of Love.” I have always found the departure platforms of railway stations and the vanishing broken white bars of highway dividing lines to be terribly depressing. Keywords/Tags: pain, love, parting, kiss, train, whistle, departure, platform, interstate, dividing, line, hour, flower, friend, lost, cost