Changes

I see you,

looking at me as though you lost.

When you never seemed

to give a shit in the first place.

Your arms hold air

thin as thunder;

a sudden thud in space

where they once held flesh.

A place you used to know well.

Your hands,

they shake with regret,

or nerves or anxiety,

as you so dub them.

Your eyes...

they look up at me,

with the remorse of trying to remember

a time when we weren't at odds.

When your insatiable lust

hadn't lost you love.

The sky has turned to gray

above your head,

it's your judgment,

the loss you feel.

Inescapable.

As you look into the lukewarm eyes

of the person who used to know you best,

I wonder what you're thinking.

As though anything you say

could make up for the time lost.