Invisible Injury

Am I not to be the one meant to receive your compassion though my bossom be full of aching, of ailment, from the abandonment of love's touch Am I seen as too strong to requireyour care offered constant and consoling That only she and her shattered pieces matter more Asking only for a moment of maybe a look back at the cliff from where you left you teetering... tumbling... crashing on the rocks below... Am I not to be bandaged for all my bruised and broken fragments because she seems to need more attention than I Should my heart not know the hand of healing My tears fall as unnoticed dewdrops clinging to blades of grass where you shall not step again