the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)

18. Don't, replied your voice

That morning
you told me
you were leaving,
and I let you go.

I let you go
not because I didn't care
about you,
us,
or what had just happened
between us.

I let you go
because I cared too much,
but you were too blind
and too loud
to hear what my heart
had been showing
and telling you
all this time.

I like you,
said my heart.

Don't,
replied your voice,
running through my head.