She could never mention your name.
You drained her without blinking.
And you ran through her like a river.
A cheese knife. Splitting her heart.
You’re in the back of her mind,
Trying to get a hold of her.
You never wanted to hear about her.
Why she wiped her tears away before
She entered your car. Why she put on a fake
Smile when you looked at her. You could
Have deciphered her in a heartbeat if you had cared.
At all. If you hadn’t been so blinded by your own desires.
“Portrait d’une jeune femme” by Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (1483-1520)
