Callus was the heart of the man she tried to love.
Careless, the mind of a friend she tried to understand.
Broken was her spirit, the day he slipped away.
Not for the pain of losing love, but rather the reality that it was never really there.
Those neat little words, dripping ever so delicately from his tongue.
As the desire for truth overshadows its nonexistence.
Their many moments together, when the world would seem to fade away.
Are now just memories, she longs to forget.
The connection between them that she once felt was unmistakable,
She suddenly realized, was all in her head.
Perhaps foolishly, she thought their history meant something,
That she meant something, to him.
But now that time has passed and reflection taken hold,
All hope for him has faded into dust.
Those arms that once held comfort,
Hold nothing more than disappointment now.
And the piercing reminder, that he never really cared.
Not really, not for her.
It is all much clearer now.
She was merely a convenient relief for him, after a time of heartbreak and loss.
A familiar pleasure to pass the time.
Nothing more, than collateral damage, in his search for something better.