Pain is watching time wait around to wound your heart. Your gasping at the realisation that this moment will be trivial once its spoken of. Pain is knowing no one will ever know, understand where you're coming from, if they notice. You keep switching your gaze afraid of the tears, you wanna scream, but you don't want to have to explain your behaviour, and so you keep to yourself, realising your every thought relates to this one. You try to reason your way out of your emotions, in vain, for the plummet is now a physical augmentation. You want to, need to, you have to remember happiness, but at that moment only devastation exists. Your breath rinses thin as you clearly fall apart. Your hands are cupped, barely, they tremble besides you. Your lips are shaking, your feet are numb, your very confidence is breaking to pieces and, there it is ...a strange breeze rushes down the gradient of your left cheek, your vision blurrs as you stretch your eyes a little wider, making sure that no-one is watching. You try to even out the tears knowing fully well that it never works, and so you close your eyes, desperate to seal them in thinking; you're a man, you're not supposed to cry...