a moments thought

My eyes follow you as you make your way past, just far enough so that your oblivious to my insignificant presence. I make an effort to continue the conversation I was having a couple seconds before with a nameless friend. Your head turns just a fraction. Is it possible you can hear the beating of my heart? You can see the sadness in my moves? The hatred that has come to take its refuge in my body. I fear that you might have noticed, even from such a distance the silent tear that stubbornly falls from my refusing eyes. A materialized thought of what could have been, of what was until you broke it apart.