She breaks away from you, but
You will be left broken in
The wake of all the fragments
Left behind.

Blood runs back to the heart,
As it runs back to her now.
Movements break apart,
Now just a thought--

A mournful sound signals to lengthen the strides you take
To stagger forward.
She, too, boils down to
Just one--

Retreat, retreat,
Rather for fear of suffering
Defeat at the hands of someone who
Merely wishes to love her.

Every word a contradiction.
How many blows of rearranged phrases
To chip a guarded expression.
"What did you mean to say?"

And here you are,
Practicing the art of loneliness,
Shutting all the pain
Outside the darkened window pane.