A Drink Meant for Two

I sit here alone,
ordering a drink for one,
that was meant for two.

You walked away from me.
Without a thought,
without a care.

No words were spoken.
And I am left behind
painfully to bleed,
like a slowly seeping wound,
wondering what I did wrong,
until my heart, once again, recovers.

I can't believe it was what you wanted.
I can't believe this is the person you are.
Someone who is invested in love,
only to hurt.

I took a chance on you,
let my defenses slip.
Then you left.
Without a thought, without a care.

Now those defenses are back,
and pity the next in line.
For love is painful and cruel
but we seek it still.

After all this....
still I sit,
alone,
in a brightly lit bar,
ordering a drink for one,
that was meant for two.

EH JUL 2 2011 10:16pm
on the E train

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