I broke a heart today.
He was crying in my arms
I didn't know what to do.
I felt guilty as I collected my things,
my papers and clothes.
Felt his tears wet my back
His hair brush against my cheek.
He'll remember things like a picture book.
The rush of the first kiss,
coffee on the beach,
walks in the city,
holding hands in bookstores,
the afternoon light pouring onto
the unmade sheets.
And I, am a ghost to everything.