Painful Confession

Listening.
Lulled by the soft beating of your heart.
We lay still, waiting for time to completlely engulf us.
Our minds slowly drift to memories
of our love.
The nape of your neck where my head would often lay,
now is only there to catch my tears of sorrow.
You carefully caress my cheek,
then lift my head up to where our gazes meet.
I see the pain in your eyes as you gently wipe the streaks off my face caused by the confession you made just moments before.
I am compelled to look away,
not knowing what to do, say, or think.
I have to force myself to move my broken body,
up and away from you
I can never see your face again,
and not think about what you did.
The real pain is knowing I still love you.
As I walk farther from you,
you reach out to grasp me,
your eyes questioning me.
Begging me to stay,
to say something,
anything.
And all that escapes my mouth is:
"I hope you two are happy"