He stood there in front of me
Stared intently at me
Great pity was adorned in his eyes,
And finality in his goodbyes.
My throat is getting dry
From my inexistent cries

He cannot see that
My silence was screaming for his name
Asking him why
Calling him to turn around
Begging him to look at me,
And love me back again

That day,
I can see the sun smiling
The flowers were too beautiful,
The butterflies felt excited,
The trees were almost breathing
And
The pretty girl he came with
Was waiting.