Poezja

I fell into the concrete 
when you turned your head 
at a harsh inward angle, 
and replied 
without passion. 
I imploded 
into a cubist painting 
when I saw your hand 
move toward mine, 
until you became aware 
and pulled it back 
into your abdomen. 

In that moment I died... 
but not really. 

I screamed! 
"I love you" 
"I love you" 
"I love you" 
too loud 
for you 
to ever 
hear. 

...in that moment 
I saw the train 
leave the station 
with you on it, and 

I knew I did not ever 
really love you.