Untitled IV
“Why don’t you love me?”
There was no answer, just a solitary, desperate question hanging in mid-air between him and I in the thick air.
“Did you ever..?”
Again, there was no answer,
The heavy intensity building into a giant cloud of mysticism.
“Then why did you tell me…”
My voice trailed off, it was no use.
He didn’t even look at me as I walked away, not once. I stared at the back of his head stroll down the block as if nothing had happened, but I knew it entirely: something had happened.
We were over.
It seemed like such a short lived romance after such great expectations were already constructed in my lonely mind;
Promises of a lavish lifestyle and his hands always intertwined in mine.
I never wanted it to end. But at that moment, I knew it just had.
My stomach sank, and the brightness of my world immediately turned dark;
I had nothing if I didn’t have him.
I cried for many nights until I finally looked into a mirror and asked myself,
“Why don’t you love me? Did you ever? Why did you you tell me that you did?”
Suddenly I realize,
I too, was unable to answer these questions.
