Your words are transparent,
in ordered lines they run
with a simple message.
But still I peer into their depths
to find it there.
Alone.
The spark of your anguish.
Although it stings
through my thin tears,
I have to watch it flicker
and against my instinct
leave it there,
undisturbed.
Because the cold truth tells me
I can’t hold it for you,
and I can’t take it from you.
But most of all,
I have to know for sure
and allow my mind to tell my heart
that it was never mine.

Photo: Samuel Sharpe, Creative Commons.