Let go. Walk.
You were there today.
There, in a cafe next to the river.
Go, walk, fall.

Let go.

She doesn’t understand the intensity of your love…
The intention behind finished coffee cups
You paid for.

She doesn’t understand the pain
She’s caused you in the way
She would not pick up her phone for days and days
After coffee.

Let go.
You will never see the gaze
Of her eyes again.

Happy days are over.
Your fault of course.

Coffees floating away…
Empty cups washed day after day…

Intensity of feeling thrown into space…
Deep talk descends into small talk
In a slow painful way

She doesn’t love you.
What a shame.