She smiles. Distant eyes
look into mine not saying
what they always did…
We sit across from each other
She talks to an unseen face…
“I am sorry…Where were we?
Ah yes…” and the phone rings again.
“I’ve lost the thread of our conversation,”
I say and turn away to hide the pain
Does she see it through the nettle
of obligations and commitments?
slowly, softly, something has descended
neither moves a hand to wave it away