You say "I don't love you" like a sultry posion that instead of headed for my heart takes its sweet time- travels through my veins and unwinds every good memory we've ever had. This happens slowly at first attacking the memories from years ago and then picks up speed as it tears apart the memory of the walk in the park from last week. Showing me- all the signs I had missed. The uninterested stare, the glance at the pretty girl that I over looked. Teasing me- as if to say I should have seen this coming. I should have seen you leaving.

You leaving never occurred to me- until you spoke those four words sweet as candy.