There's a gnawing pain, which keeps coming back, in fragments It is not a part of my heart, but perhaps part of some air around me. When I am without it, it hardly touches me, and when it does, I become a part of it. There's a gnawing pain, which I don't complain much about, it is an occasional reminder of the things that hurt me. This pain shapes the bottom of the shirt I wear, sometimes I keep it loose, sometimes I tuck it inside. This pain decides my hair in the morning, whether to comb in the most serious mood or to keep it casual. The gnawing pain eventually fades, and I don't complain. I go back to my everyday routine - breath, eat, travel, work, et al - the basics. I forget about it amidst a very busy day to decide whether to come home by bus or metro. In the middle of all these sometimes I remember that I had felt that pain, I smile And perhaps that keeps the heart alive ....