Monday.**
I ran up to you and embraced you,
lifting you off the ground
like you were weightless.
You smiled and hugged me back,
but not as tight as you used to.
When I kissed you, you kissed
me back, but your lips
were uncertain.
I knew I was losing you.

Tuesday.
I walked up to you,
much slower than the day before.
I felt your muscles tense as my arms
slid around your fragile body.
You said you weren't sure any more
And you needed some time.
As much as I wanted to kiss you,
I forced myself not to.


Wednesday.
I decided to be distant and
only smiled at you.
You walked right past me,
staring at your feet.
The smile melted off my face
and for the first time in my life,
I felt what it was like to be lonely.

Thursday.
I said good morning.
You looked right through me,
and engaged in conversation
with someone next to you.
I felt my heart drop.
I felt my ribs cave in.
I felt like I didn't exist.

Friday.
I walk past you with my head low.
You are smiling.
Your fingers are folded between someone else's.
Your lips don't hesitate
when you kiss them.
Your muscles relax when they hold you.
You avoid looking at me.
I lost you.