Seven Forty Nine PM

I loved you.

Only now is it entirely profound.

It hurts to know

That you didn’t love me too.

You’re with her

And you’re perfect.

And I’m alone

Perfect.

I wish I felt something.

Like after it first happened.

Where I was angry, but alive.

Now I’m not even awake.

Only a dull ache in my heart.

A throbbing sadness, where jovial beating is supposed to be.  

I’m reaching out for something to grab on to;

The sleeve of your coat

But there’s nothing.

She’s got your sleeve now-

And I’m falling.

Like heavy snow out into the middle of a highway.