Now that I think about it,
my heart was not shattered
after you left.
I was overcome
by all of actions
you never took.
You never asked me
about my day,
or listened to my stories.
You never asked me questions,
not even ones
you already knew the answers to.
You hardly ever smiled
when I would talk to you.
You so rarely hugged me
to make me feel good.
After you left,
all I could ask myself
was how I could know
all there was to know about you
and you did not know
a single thing
about me.


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