Each day is like an empty page
And you choose what to write
Your choice of story, art, or song
To fill its pages white

That’s what I told you, but you laughed
You said you saw no cause
To ponder foolish metaphors
Much less sit down and draw

And as I watched you walk away
I recognized your crime
You filled your page with glaring blanks
And called it killing time

The person I thought I'd become
Has vanished suddenly;
And in her place I find myself-
Unsatisfactory.

One look.
That's all it took.

I glanced and saw
Right into your soul
Caught sight of raw
Pain; sorrow and woe.
Then with a blink
It vanished, all gone.
Everyone thinks
That you are so strong.

In that moment
I saw ache concealed;
I can't forget
What your eyes revealed.

Care.
Do you?
Do you care?
Really now. Be honest.
Do you care that my heart is broken?
Shattered- shards scattered on the floor.
Your lack of empathy seems apparent.
Do you fear you're inept to comfort?
Do you delight in my sorrow?
Is your apathy blinding you?
My pain is drowning me.
I wonder now.
Do you?
Care.