The Cracks in My Bones

When I put my hand outAnd reached for your smaller, softer hand,I didn't expect you to have turnedYour back on me;To have crushed my soul in one sudden movement. Why did you turn your back on me. Even under the sun's warmth,You couldn't see howTorn, broken, crushedI was. You looked right past me,And suddenly,I didn't exist. How am I supposed to existWithout you.