I wish our pain didn’t have a name,
I wish it were faceless, impotent, inane.
But it isn’t, it’s real, and it lives within reach.
It’s all the riddles that our life lessons teach.
I wish our happiness was able to touch.
I wish that we weren’t just words, quite so much.
But we are just now, we’re to be kept apart.
By faces we know, that we cannot impart.