He ignores me every time I look his way,
sunken spaces and motionless vibes,
a sky of unmoving shadows lost in the
distance, disintegrating, floating on
chilled thoughts.

I can feel the jumbled diction hanging
in the air, sluggish consonants blown
off course, cracking, bladed, a silent
depth with no flight.

And as much as I try to get his attention,
he pulls further and further away from
my soul.  The outer existence within his
canvas is cold and dark, while the inner
existence within me is dazed and wandering.