as cars meander by.
They cannot see me, like a one way
mirror.
Like my feelings, I
can see out, but stop you
looking in. You can't see the hurt
and the pain.
I lie in bed watching the shadows
dance in the crevices of your
face. Like water seeping into the sea.
Beads of sweat stand to attention on your forehead.
I get up, you do not stir.
Am I surprised? I stopped expecting
long ago. I look at poems I've
written. Words to be read.
Read by the unseeing eye,
heard by the unhearing ear.
I get back into bed,
your eyelids flutter. Improvement.
I lie there waiting for sleep
to swallow me whole. I dream of you.
But why should you care?
You can't see.