Never come back

I died.
awhile ago.
between the minutes and seconds
it took for you
to let go
of my
love
and walked
off
leaving footprints of your presence
against the pages
of poems
that i wasted my time
creating from
imaginations
of a
happy relationship
that never
really was happy.
i cried
my last tear
awhile ago.
it fell 5 feet, which for a tear
is like 500
heading
like a bullet
and splashed into the ground
then
just soaked into a dandelion
who used it
for something better
i hoped
for the last time
when you
held my hand that day
our fingers entwined
from what i thought
was true passion
of love
only to let it
to burn out
just as quick
as it was there.
but yet i keep writing
of you, for you, about you...you, you, you, so conceitedly obsessed of the love
once if only known you'd never come back