At least I am only one, and feel only an individual’s pain.
Once I was God, and felt everyone’s loneliness and sorrow.
Please don’t do that to me again.
My pain’s enough, and my pain might even make me happy tomorrow.
What I suffer now may fall somewhat away,
And by that lessening of sorrow,
Make me glad now, next to yesterday.
She broke my heart, but that was years ago,
And yes, I still love her, and dwell on the past.
But the past swims away and takes with it that pain
When I was a god of sorrow,
Because I loved her again and again,
And she took my whole tomorrow.
Now, if I happen to see her in pain,
I, in what might be called revenge, count that as my gain.
I’m happier than God—whose sorrow is everyone’s sorrow.