His words ripped through the remnants of her shattered mind,
Winding through jagged edges of time.
They found old wounds, still gaping and wet.
They dove through her anger, loss and regret.
They flittered through tears and flinched through her pain,
And stumbled through roadblocks of distrust and disdain.
She felt herself wince in nostalgic regret,
These words that she remembered to always forget.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
She stuttered and paused but still verbal drought.
For a moment a tear tried to fight it's way through,
But couldn't escape her practical view.
Had she remembered too much or forgotten too few?
With a forced sense of pride, she prayed for reprieve,
A sigh, a laugh, for the tension to ease.
He stared at her, longing, his heart on his sleeve,
To know that his words she surely believed.
But silent she stood, her eyes drifting in doubt,
Knowing the words just wouldn't come out.
No matter the way she traveled at last,
It wasn't to him that her path was attached.
The regret in her voice was heavy and thick,
As she parted her lips to deliver it quick.
"My dear, my heart was never true...and sadly I can't say I Iove you too."