On his face, T…

On his face,
The same shrewd expression that had been there for so long,
My message to him,
It was so clear,
And yet he rejected it,
As if it was nothing,
As if I was nothing.

If I could taunt you,

 I would trample upon your body,

I would watch you as your tears shriveled upon nothing

And whisper,

Those same words,

You so cruelly told to me

 And yet you’re gone,

 And on your face
Is the same shrewd expression you had

 As you rejected me,

And my yearning for you. 

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