"You don't love me,"
he yelled.
"Your heart is too
damaged
just get the hell out of here
leave"-

Quietly, she gathered
her things.

"before I go-
I tell you
that I do love you-
my love is not flamboyant
like that of
Romeo and Juliet
it's silent
it's subtle
and deep-
I'm no poet
I have not
the words of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
nor Emily Dickinson
who eloquently speak of love
but, it beats within me
with every heart beat-
I may not know how
to express my love
but it lives within
my damaged heart"
she whispered.

Her words came too late
His heart was already closed to her.

"such pretty words
in this final hour-
pretty empty words-
YOU have no heart-
just go,"
he said.

her pain and sorrow
like her love
was silent
subtle
and oh, so deep.

a silent lonely tear escaped.

as she quietly closed the door
on the man she loved
her heart locked forever
as it broke a little more
with each turn of the key