her breath flickers in the wind <br />an icy chill frosting the corners of her eyes <br />unsettled and alone <br />awaiting the touch that will never come <br />asking herself with a passion he could never match <br />even if he wanted to <br /> <br />the only thing he seems to dedicate himself to these days is the suppression of feelings that might open him up <br />to her this makes no sense <br />her heart spends more time on her sleeve than it does in her chest <br />his on the other hand hasn't seen the light of day in years <br />he approaches <br />his shoes are worn through <br />the soles have holes he'll never fix <br />she asks him why one day <br />he considers his response darkly <br />biting chipped nails and nursing a cigarette <br /> <br />they ponder for a moment, lost in the image of the dancing smoke <br />flittering through the wind as he maneuvers a cigarette <br />he was never good at answering hard questions <br />"i never really thought about it" he responds, <br />"why, does it bother you?" <br />she considers for a moment, wondering if now is a good time <br />"yes, a lot about you does." <br />he glances quickly downwards, avoiding her gaze <br />praying the following conversation will evaporate like the smoke seeping into the air <br />"do you love me?" she asks <br />he pauses <br />"i think we both know the answer" <br />his words are lost in the chasm of his throat <br />his eyes giving way to the flood of emotion he's been running from for years <br />"you've wasted my life, why didn't you tell me?" <br />her voice breaks <br />it's over
