Watching no more

I thought I was his friend
the kind who doesn't know
those wacky habits,
but seems to understand.

My eyes held depth
and promised sympathy
if he would speak
and talk to me.

Yet another dark shoulder
pushed me into the crowd
where you waited unknowingly,
with a wordless dagger
pointed at me.

I fell underneath the snow,
your crushing weight
that flooded into my blood
line, and finally shoved me
past the truth that terrorized.

I am not an observer
in your silent killing;
I just linger deadly
while you turn and
continue making the
wrong imprints.