Food for the Broken Heart

Pain is French for bread. Pain is English for grief, heartache, and those little signals sent to you're brain that scream 'something (or someone) is hurting you'

The French bake pain
on a hot summer day while
Unrequited Love sits
on a park bench
a rose wilting in his hands
when a fresh smell
he knows all too well
tickles his nose forcing him to stand
He spots the source a few paces north
a little cafe filled with quiet memories and remorse
and warm baked pain
but it's too much for him to take so
weeping, he turns away

Author's Note

I thought it was quite interesting that two words that are spelled the same and as far as I know are pronounced the same way can mean such different things.