I told her.

I told her,
I loved her.
I told her,
we couldn't
speak,
to
one another.

I watched her lips move.
As she told me she didn’t love me.
I watched each syllable leave her precious lips.
She looked into my eyes.
But…

But I kept my eyes glued to her lips.
I wanted to hang onto every word,
knowing that when her lips were not parted,
our fate was sealed.