When It Hurts

I watched quietly as she sat...
...and smiled through tears,
slightly hugging self;
Deeply inhaling the discontent
and exhaling her new beginning

I sat quietly as he watched...
...and walked away
Pride wilted on his brow like the flowers
in his hand;
With one foot in and the other out,
it was clear his heart resided where he was
about to leave

I thought quietly,
as I witnessed these crossroads unfold
in bitter and sweet--

Love at its worst because it's being done right;
Sometimes, it doesn't feel good

Still, there are smiles in the tears
And passion in every step the opposite direction--

When you love...
...through the hurt