Breathing in a moment,
or a few,
That seem perfect - almost,
until he blinks.
Not realizing trust was broken,
shatters dry eyes.
Into tears glistening down a face,
mapping the hurt.
Wasn't aware she was an obligation,
someone he had to talk to,
Some days he wouldn't want to,
she can't read his mind.
He will be over it in a few days,
she'll let it slide by,
Not demanding an I'm sorry,
to make the fears disappear.
She'll continue to let herself die. |