She didn’t see the hurt
Or maybe she couldn’t see past her confusion
Either way, he struggled to let go
Her opportunity to acknowledge the pain left
Like the leaves on the Japanese Maple in winter
He was left with nothing to protect him from her cold
Her facade was one of indifference
The questions on his heart loomed
What of love could be understood given these circumstances?
The tears could not soothe him
They were just salt in a wound that would never heal
The continuous torture of a heart left wanting