I read the words but
they won't sink in.
I'm looking into your eyes
but I can't see past
the anatomical details.
I'm opening my mouth
but the words are noiseless
moths with dusty wings.
I want to tell you
anything; that you mean
something.
I want to reach out but
you won't reach back.
I'm closing the door but
I can't walk away.
There is nothing inside me.
©Nicola-Isobel H. 24.11.2014