You were talking
but I wasn’t really listening.
I just sat there.
Sat there and just watched
As your lips curved and stretched
at the pronunciation of each word.
I watched the cute little wrinkles
on your face wriggle.
Become shallower.
Become deeper.
With every little movement of your face.
I watched as your bright shiny eyes
followed mine.
I stopped gazing at you and turned
back to your lips
I watched them curve and stretch again

“I don’t love you anymore”

That’s when it became clear to me
The wrinkles on your face-
They were because you were stressed.
Were tired.
In pain.
I looked up at your eyes.
They were indeed very shiny.
It was my mistake
I hadn’t realised you were crying