I Don't

I don't run at the drop of a tear anymore
You'll drown before you discover this
I leave the door shut when they start to fall
I either tend to my own or to none at all
Please don't tell me what I'll miss.
I don't rejoice in your new-found-again grasp
You'll unclutch before you believe it
The same resurrection has came more than once
I either ignore it or eavesdrop on the grunts
In the end I don't remember one bit.
I don't hold the glue to your fragile psyche
You'll shatter before you realize that
I turn my back when you start coming apart
I'll either forget you or turn the pieces into art
From there I will know where you're at.