You looked at your hands
When we talked tonight -
When I was speaking,where did you go?
When I leaned forward, you recoiled.
I pulled back and you sat still.
I got up to leave and you did not follow.
Intermittent blinks and long pauses
Drew from me a question - what's wrong?
And you said nothing.
Three years of incompletes brought us here -
My invitations blunt tipped to your sealed lips
I have slipped into a quiet little place
June 11, 2009