Him

He said that we are over

He told me not to blame myself 

But who else do I blame, for I am the only other reason? 

I see him when I’m going places 

See him sitting lonely, his face in a book 

I see him walk down the road, headphones in, head faced down so nobody can see him, yet I see him so clearly 

I ask if he is ok, knowing the only response will be “‘I’m fine’” but I can see that he is hurting, as so am I