knine

The way you looked at him, I noticed.
The emptyness in your eyes when you looked upon me, I noticed.
The faint smiles that were passed back and forth, I noticed.
The trembling in your voice on a few close callsI noticed.
The way you fixed yourself up for him, I noticed.
When your support me started to fade, I noticed.
When all the deceit in your eyes overcame the the love that use to shine through, I noticed.
As the loving touch of your hands turned into just an act, I noticed.
When your desire for making love left our bed, I noticed.
I noticed when you stopped carring.
I noticed the absence of love when I held you.
I noticed when my feelings did not matter or the pain i felt inside.
When your love for me died, so did I, killed by all the hurt and sadness that I have kept inside.

Was it because you just do not care or did you just not notice?