Careless With Feelings

He stares into the night sky. And thought of what was mentioned to him today.

She is careless with her feelings.

He sighs. She sure did. She took his feelings, embraced it fully, partake in it, enjoyed the sweetness of it all, and when finally confronted with the question, she rejected it totally. ‘I can’t help it’, she whispered.

And then steps on him, and act as if his feelings for her never existed.

She continues with her life, oblivious of his presence. Like a hunter who had just finished with her prey, she moves on, hunting for the next one.

He stands in the distance, watching as she sniffs and sizes up her each of her new prey. He stands, suffering in silence.

For while she was careless in her feelings, he was not.