Amidst others, yours catch my glance.
Numb, I keep my stare,
I pity Polydectes, who too fell.

But you let go.

As I close mine,
I see them
uneven green
snake eyes.

That one stare
you gave me from across the room.
Showing me how disappointed
you are that I no longer is yours to keep.

I feel every inch of my body
filled with terror.
Because you blame me
for moving on when you haven't.

You gave me no reason to stay
or obey.
But I will never recover
from your straight, lonely stare.

I hope you now learn
that you can't cut the wings
off the flying bee
and expect it to collect nectar.

For I am no longer present for you.