His cheeks were reddened and his hair unkempt
As he explained, I would be discarded
He didn't say that: it was what he meant
Although he used 'amicably parted'
I looked at him calmly, squeezing the rope
I'd wound tighly over my emotions
"We have to look at the whole breadth and scope"
He must have said, though I've now no notion
I didn't care that I would be transferred
They'd used my talents and tossed me away
What stung my chest was that he had answered...
He never loved me, not even that day...
So I pretended it was all just fine
His heart remained beating, but me? Not mine.
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