Before heading for bed

Indifference
You look at me
with dead eyes that shine
darkly
light night and midnight sandwiched between
dusk.

You look at me
without malice, or fear,
or anger,
or pain
regardless of past transgressions
or carried crosses.

You look at me
without smiling,
or recognition,
as if the face you once
adored
had been replaced with clear glass.

You look at me
and look past me
as if I was never
there.

And I look at you
wishing
somehow,
someway,
I was
actually "looking back".

- July 2003