She didn't look at me <br />as she said <br />'I don't Love you' <br />because she didn't get her way <br />It hurt inside anyway <br />to hear her say <br />and that broken heart in me <br />that I try to keep tucked away <br />broke a little more <br />in ways impossible to convey <br />and I smiled as I said goodbye <br />as they were leaving anyway <br />I said, 'don't worry, that's OK' <br />'you, don't have to love me' <br />I heard myself say <br />as my daughter and her little girl <br />reminded me <br />that forever silent I should stay <br />A man really doesn't have any say <br />regarded as a throw-away <br />But it hurts inside this empty Sunday <br />Little girls learn young how to get their way <br />But sadness falls on someone as it must <br />and it fell on me today <br />though the sun shines through the window <br />and softens through the sheers <br />my stomach feels so tight <br />and yet I can't let out the tears <br />and everything instead feels grey <br />I need someone warm to run to <br />but everyone has gone away <br />There's a football playoff about to start on TV <br />I close my heart lest it break inside of me <br />and watch them play<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-we-listened-to-heartbeats/
