Pain knocked on my door insistently.

I let her in and listened to all she had to say

(yes, Pain is feminine because of our rage).

We drank coffee and ate pastries provided by my maid.

She sat with me all morning and then throughout the day.

When she was ready to take her leave,

I begged her to stay,

For if she left now, I would be alone.

This meant to me she could not yet go.

Pain is better company than sitting on my own.