I felt one thing that day,
you were wasting your time.
Eyes locked on mine,
lips never parted.
Only a blink,
only a breath.

Wasting time,
nothing to say.
A few simple words,
twist the knife.
One long embrace,
two deep kisses.

You never understood,
you never will.
In the silence,
I realized.
That waste of time?
Was me.