Written 3/16/05.

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If I'd thought of a better way to put it,
a better sense of how the words
were supposed to sound, maybe you
would have realized that I need you more than ever.
You said that you loved me, but now it's over and
I'm being ignored. I know that you're
looking for another heart to hold in the palm of your hand.
A poem, revised, rewritten to tell you
that this pain in my heart is too strong and too real,
and I can't get away. I'm crying now...
I've been crying a lot since you told me
that things just wouldn't work.
Don't wrap me up in gentle words and expect
that they will soften the blow. It only makes my pain worse
when I finally hit the unforgiving concrete below.
Now you're searching for someone else and I'm still
hopelessly infatuated with the person you used to be;
the illusion of your kindness, your caring...your tenderness.
Will it ever stop hurting? Will you ever realize that
I loved you? It was for real...
But I doubt that you would care either way.