You were the last person
I thought
Would put a hammer to my soul;

and the first person I thought
That would close
The hole.

The kissing, the stares.
The stroking of hair.
All transparent; but placed with care.

You say you still love me,
And I don't know how.
Why didn't you love me then
Instead of now?

I was in love,
And you were out.
You dealt your blow
Now you come about?

Picking, and digging
For treasures once walked over?

Caressing my heart like it is glass,
When it is in shards;

Cut your fingers
on the remnants
Of your actions;

You won't feel a fraction
Of the wound
Between my ribs.