May 20th doesn't mean anything to anyone, really

she had no idea
what nonexistent messages he picked up on in her casual chatter.
& she had no clue
the degree of mental & emotional anguish he suffered that night.
she hasn't the faintest hint.
she'll never know
how long he stared, & how seriously he contemplated, at his wrists, in a tub full of warm water.
she will never understand
simply because she can not



he knows
that this will never matter to her.
he understands
that it's probably best to never see her again
because he is sure
that after the pain that surrounded him in a cloud for the rest of his days
he knows
that all is futile
that she will never acknowledge this or what he thinks he feels.



she has no idea
she has no clue
she hasn't the faintest hint
she'll never know.



good-bye.