Poem: Ache

From a while back.  I'm not much of a poet, but wanted to convey hurt.  (and no, I'm not the narrator).

Opening up the peanut butter
Smearing it on the bread
I'm sitting in traffic
I don't say a word
I take a bite and force it down
My stomach hurts.
I can't finish this

I walk past the store,
I trace my fingers along the glass
outlining that vase held inside.
Beautiful red glass,
I should just buy it.
My stomach still hurts --
I don't have room anyway.

I open the newspaper and do the crossword
At the table outside the cafe.
I look up and see a couple
Walking hand in hand.
That's so sweet.
God my stomach.
I write an expletive in the squares.

She meets me and I listen
While she talks about her crush.
With experience drawn from dreams
I espouse wisdom and cheer her on.
She smiles and hugs me.  I smile back.
My stomach hurts so badly
I drive home alone.