INTERPERSONAL silence, 1

I told You
I liked You.
 
I laid my naked beating heart
upon the coroner's examining  
table.
  
You gently cupped it
and pretending to care
You squeezed red liquid,
the life force into a
specimen jar.
  
Then shunning me,
You cast aside my vulnerability
and risk
and You turned away
leaving me behind.
  
Without a piece of me,
my heart,
I cried out and in my
lament,
stabbed the remaining portion
of my heart.
  
Alas,
nothing dripped from my lifelessness.
  
Our interpersonal friendship
crumbled beneath the
weight of Your silence.