He ripped up my ground.
All as I didn't make a
sound.
He walked away.
Goodbye he didn't even
say.
I wondered if he was even
real.
But real he did feel.
His touch was real
but
maybe it was just a dream.
A dream touch that to
him, apparently, never
meant much.
meant much.
He pulled up his collar.
Walked away not expecting
me to follow.
Not caring that there would
be no tomorrow.
Not caring there would be
no next week.
Not a backward glance did
he sneak.
I know because I peeked.
Maybe he is hollow.
Maybe his heart is just
shallow.
He never knew that an
arrow had already shot
my heart out of my chest.
Him leaving couldn't
hurt because inside me
was nothing left.
He buttoned up his coat.
My goodbye got caught in
my throat.
His eyes mocked as
his smile was a gloat.
Invisible shrug of
his shoulders
and
just like that it was over.
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