Restless encounters of my heart

I watch you watch me fall apart. You stand there staring at my crumbling foundations, observing the collapse of my spirit like you would a movie you've seen a thousand times.
I hear what you're telling me but I can't understand it anymore. A muted cry for help that echoes 'wolf' when i put my ear to your heart.
All that remain are the ghosts of your good intentions, hanging weakly on the broken promise that everything will be fine one day. Tattered and trapped in their final goodbyes.
All the dust from my shattered heart swirls about my feet like a stray I can do nothing for. I reach for it and slipping through my finger tips, it collects and disperses, forming and reforming the love it once was....