Your image is stone cold.
no expression
do you give away
to say you notice
anything about me.
i
watch your face
and
you remain
stone cold.
a beautiful blizzard
commanding the room.
intent on your world
directed
by thoughts and questions
i am amazed
by your lack of distraction
and disinterest
in the voice
that is calling you by name
and whispering
in the wind
that brushes your face.
the eyes that follow you
and burn trails
in your shadow
are saddened by the complete mystery
of your unresponsiveness
and how to unlock
your stone cold
heart.
