The Pain Begins was written by my dear beautiful friend Patricia, whom, at the young age of 50, for reasons known only to her, committed suicide. I post this writing, exactly as she wrote it in her memory. I miss you still Patricia.

end,drink, sleepingThe Pain Begins

After one real heartbreak, you are never the same.

But you still feel the sunshine, and hear the rain.

Just when you think you will never live again,
your senses sharpen, and the pain begins.

How could I have thought my life so complete,

When I had never tasted lonely,
or wore restlessness upon my feet.

Why is it when you think you are at the end,
your senses are sharpened and the pain begins?

I drink you in my morning coffee,

I say goodnight when the sun is no longer high,

I dream of you when I am sleeping,
and of better days gone by.
By: Patricia Medeiors