dear manufacturer – where is the heart I ordered?

the quiet killed me,
i think. it tore me up and
echoes of anger hunted me.
i sat bitter,
knowing i was see-through.
she reminded me of all the flaws i’d worked so
desperately to hide.
and i tensed and waited.
waited for her to leave, waited for
the car door to slam, the tires to
shriek away.
and relenting, softly,
i cried.