Eighteen years ago,
The most pain I’d ever known
was the hospital air that bit my skin.
Fifteen years ago,
The most pain I’d ever known
was the asphalt grinding against my lip,
as I fell, running towards my dad.
Five years ago,
The most pain I’d ever known
was the girl I loved,
choosing to love me as a friend.
Currently,
The most pain I’ve ever known
is… well, it is…
The realisation that I will be
forgotten someday.