sleeping to escape sadness
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| You do not even look in my direction anymore. I walk by, and your head doesn't turn. Only when you want my attention, do you show recognition that I exist. It hurts. You have no realization of how much you consume my thoughts each and every day. You walk across my mind constantly. I close my eyes, and I can see your face as if it is right in front of me. I see your shirt, cut off at the sleeves, and the time you lifted it because I asked to see your tummy. Nothing has left me that concerns you. Although I understand your pre-occupation with projects and the such, it hurts no less to be disregarded then pulled back in angrily. So often I wish for you to be in the next room. I wouldn't care if you didn't come out for days. At least I would know you were there and not going anywhere. Just to be able to quietly enter with fuel for your body would make me happy. But all I have is this sadness that is like a shadow on my back each and every day that you slip farther away from my grasp. sleeping to escape sadness |
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