When I put my hand out

And reached for your smaller, softer hand,

I didn’t expect you to have turned

Your back on me;

To have crushed my soul in one sudden movement.

Why did you turn your back on me?

Even under the sun’s warmth,

You couldn’t see how

Torn, broken, crushed

I was.

You looked right past me,

And suddenly,

I didn’t exist.

How am I supposed to exist

Without you?

How am I supposed to put

One foot in front of the other

And move on?

When all I wanted to do was

Run to you.

My feet were stuck to the ground,

My hands trembling, my eyes watering,

And my heart was breaking.

I never listened to those old love poems,

Yet, you were my love poem.

I just didn’t know it till

You walked away from me.

And those words, those damn words,

Started to choke me.