Why? Poem by Martin McIntosh

Her eyes, like stone
Cut straight through me
It's as if i'm not there
I'm not alive i'm invisible

Now as she looks up
My heart beats faster
I stop breathing

Thinking she's seen me
But she continues what she's doing
My breathes grow shorter and shorter

As i walk by the cafe
Where we first met
I see her at a glance
With another man

I start to cry, yet, feel no tears
Head in my hands I think
Why?

Why him?

Why not me?

Why?