Hurt

I'm hurt.... I was clumsy as I walked, only to slip onto a hard ground. No one could see me hurt or falling. Everyone else was still walking, minding their own business. No one was looking sideways, down or up; they walked as though they were being programmed by an invisible controller. ...but you.... You witnessed my fall and impact with the ground. I'm sure it felt really good to see me slipping, after I stepped on your tears. I made you cry; your tears made me lose my musings for writing. The sound of the door banging behind you as you left, deafened my soul.... You were my muse, my life, my meaning... Now my book sales are no more in the New York bestseller....