It’s been only eighteen minutes
I have read your e-mail thrice.

I read it and re-read it in hope
For some feeling of love
and its kind.
You never did say much
Not, with me.

You did not.

I often wondered.

And now your words
They are hurting.
They do.

But you know.

You write poetry
To break my heart

To tell me that you have
Found another man.

In verse you write
How I have choked you

And left you gasping
For breath and space.

Your words are cruel
They hurt me,
They do.

But you know.

And now I tell myself
No more words,
No more
None for you.

Let my love,
Be with me.

For now.