"Tell me Im not too late."
I watch you sit in silence, I watch your eyes flit to a spot on the wall behind me, to the small forest growing beneath the porch floorboards.
I watch you look at everything but me.
"Baby please,"
My voice cracks.
"Don't think, just tell me. Do you still love me?"
And finally your eyes meet mine, and a burst of hope fills me. Could you really love me back? Could you really be mine for the taking?
You let out a shaky breath and turn on your heels.
"I don't want to see you again. Understand?"
I understood all too well.
