Better

She almost
ran to
him, pathetically,
whole-heartedly, earnestly,
to tell
him she
loved him,
mustering the
words,  I’m
going to
miss you,
its been
hard trying
to get
over you—
and there
was no
emotion behind
his shell.
He seemed
almost amused
by this
vulnerable outburst--
all the
while cocking
his head
to the
side in
saddened bemusement.
She missed
the tiny
crack within
the fortress
he always
had around
him and
she  missed
it— Missed
that one
singular moment
where he
could have
been hers
and now
she’ll never
get it
back—though
deserving of
unconditional love
he has
risen above
it and
pushed her
away, so
now she
must figure
out how
to daydream
about a
life  infinitely
better than
it would
be if
he were
in it.