Should I start with I'm sorry Maybe a pause as I search for better words? In the silence of my thoughts You will hear the roar of your pain. Without a word said your heart is breaking And my mouth is dry, I'm choking on death. I close my eyes against the melting sun So I don't see the tear drop Onto your perfectly polished toe. "it's not you", I begin. It comes out harshly As death is hard to swallow. I try again to tell you how I'll cherish our memories But fail as it sounds fake and insincere. Finally it comes down to four words. Three of which I wish I'd never said, But I did. To take them away is unfair. To let them remain is.... Well worse. I ever so softly say "I don't love you" And wait in silence as the night air Cools my burning skin. Turning to face you I see there are no tears in your beautiful eyes. Your fingers dance along The bark of our oak tree. With the tiniest shrug You tilt your head sideways, And for a moment I doubt my own words. "I don't love you either, my heart isn't yours to break." Touching your fingers to my lips You smile, then turn and walk away. Staring after you in silence I hear the roar of my pain And a single tear drop falls onto my toe.