Pain

I often wonder
if the pain you feel
is like mine.
It must be
if we are one.
Each one's pain
wears a new face -
a writhing, a stinging,
a pinprick, a stab;
a needle
that goes deep
through my bones,
to stitch me up
into the whole
that I always was -
pain binds me
to life and love -
yours and mine.