Did I make you so radiantly unhappy
as to wander,
perhaps even glide,
to a tacit rendezvous?

Can your soul reckon the unmitigated ache
that flairs 
when I sorely attempt forgetting 
the thick, keen tears?

That you found bliss without me 
I can perhaps brook; but realize 
I, also, do know the exquisite, 
unique pain of a shattered heart.