We exchanged our final words on a midtown street corner; so exposed and vulnerable.
Did having an audience make it less real for you? You put on quite a show.
Tears welled up inside me, but didn't travel the journey to my cheeks. My soul wouldn't allow it.
I've grown weary of your cryptic love and m i x e d messages.
You left me standing there. You wanted me to feel alone, But I only felt free.
I kicked a rock towards the sun. You were the rock; dense and heartless. Good riddance!