I can’t stop pacing.
I’m aching,
my heart’s racing and breaking,
and I can’t stop moving.
You’re staring.
my mind is reeling,
not believing –
not wanting
what your eyes are betraying.
I’m stopping,
watching,
sitting.
But what you’re saying,
I’m not hearing
because I’m not listening.
Your eyes are forthcoming;
your mouth, misleading.
I’m standing,
I’m leaving,
and you’re not coming.