Past Regrets

My darling,
eyes downcast,
furrows deeply ridden
across the plain
syntax of
your worded regret.
Such a small
trail of tears
cascaded down
your face.
And you told me
you loved me.
Lips curled downward
with but a trace
of false tears
clinging to their edges
and words like
sharpened razor blades
slicing open
my chest cavity.
And you told me
you loved me.
Exasperated movement
of hands upward
to Heaven
when I couldn't move
nor speak to you.
Tears only mixing
with the tension-
filled air
as you turned
on your heel
and moved forever
away from me.
And you told me
you loved me.