Break it

“How can you not understand?” she’s exasperated,
talking with her hands and in a voice louder than needed,
“I love you!” The words aren’t quiet. If a brother of his,
or his mother, or his best friend, wanted to do this

he’d be in pieces, like I am, she thinks. “Severing ties with
me shouldn’t be this easy,” wiping a wet face with a wet
long sleeve. “It isn’t,” he lies, his eyes on the ground, why

can’t she understand she thinks he thinks, why can’t I
accept it, why is it easy for one?

And there is nothing to say for either, though she wishes
there were. Not so she could say it, just to think it, and look
at him, walking along side her. In his head bounces,
how much longer?

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