"I need to go."
You said without blinking.
My heart stopped.
It isn't that we are good
together
or that your touch still melts,
but that it once did.
"We are not friends."
You said with a frown.
My blood ran cold.
It isn't that we are,
or that you are wrong in your proclaiming,
but that we never were.
"I want more."
I thought, but did not voice.
You looked away.
It isn't that you are not good
or kind or did not try,
but that it wasn't enough.
"It is so."
I whispered,
and You silently turned.
It isn't that I want this
or even that I'd change it
only that it isn't what I
dreamed.
