love is a strange thing,
It seems to always be defined
by the things we do
and the words we don’t say

you tore me apart
when you left that day.

i watched you walk away
and it stung just as much as
your words.

i wanted you to turn back
and tell me you were kidding
and that you still
loved me

but you didnt,
you kept walking
and i never saw you again.

today
i have the same pain
i felt the day
you walked away.