I sat next to you at this bar. We spoke of broken hearts and its influence in the ways we heal. Our eyes focused on each other and the illuminated neon signs brought light into the truths you mouthed in front of me.
I spoke of how I never had a heartbreak and in a hopeful tone you said how you won't break my heart. The cold wind hit you hard that night. You wrapped your arms around my hips and snuggled in closer to establish a central heat source.
Little did I know, this night was leading to a final rendezvous and I wouldn't ever see you again. As I reflect back on this memory, I keep asking myself, "Did you keep your word? Did you hurt my heart?" My heart was at a high peak with an idea of a prospective beginning.
Your abrupt silence proved that I was leaving this experience with no ending.
11-2015
