"They Never See"

I think it’s sad, what they can never see.

Silence - its own screaming testimony –

shows ultimately, what they think of me. 

I care until there’s nothing left,

and then –

maybe some drama; or, perhaps –

just to drift

slowly

apart.

Things turn out as they do: That’s destiny. 

I still think it’s sad

that they never can see,

or maybe just don’t care

that they are losing me.