When I put my hand out And reached for your smaller, softer hand, I didn\'t expect you to have turned Your back on me; To have crushed my soul in one sudden movement. Why did you turn your back on me? Even under the sun\'s warmth, You couldn\'t see how Torn, broken, crushed I was. You looked right past me, And suddenly, I didn\'t exist. How am I supposed to exist Without you? How am I supposed to put One foot in front of the other And move on? When all I wanted to do was Run to you. My feet were stuck to the ground, My hands trembling, my eyes watering, And my heart was breaking. I never listened to those old love poems, Yet, you were my love poem. I just didn\'t know it till You walked away from me. And those words, those damn words, Started to choke me.