The sky was gray on that day.
The wind cut into my cheeks, leaving a rosy tint.
Tears welled in my eyes,
From the wind? From the words you said?
Who knows.

As you spoke, I felt you reach into my chest,
And pull out my heart.
You crumbled it in your hand.
But you apologized, so it’s okay,
Right?

As you left, I wanted to reach into your chest too,
And pull out your heart,
And crumble it in my hands,
But I couldn’t move, I was numb.
All I felt was static.

You turned back and said
You didn’t mean it,
But your action spoke louder.