Alone In A Train Station

I fell into the concrete  when you turned your head  at a harsh inward angle,  and replied  without passion.  I imploded  into a cubist painting  when I saw your hand  move toward mine,  until you became aware  and pulled it back  into your abdomen.  In that moment I died...  but not really.  I screamed!  "I love you"  "I love you"  "I love you"  too loud  for you  to ever  hear.  ...in that moment  I saw the train  leave the station  with you on it, and  I knew I did not ever  really love you.