Indifference is the End of Things

Seventeen…

Did you think of me

See my face

The expression in my eyes

The widening of surprise

My lips quivering in

A brief half smile

Of recognition

How did it feel

To watch me fall

Broken dreams

Tumbling out

A confusing exposure

To litter the floor

Blood red lipstick

How did you miss

Standing in the mess

As you swept by

Indifference is the end

Of things

Was I ever real to you

Am I an object now

A lesson to be learned

If you care to listen

To the words outside

Of your own head

Psychopathy

Is impenetrable

Without a key

Perhaps you have

Forgotten the combination

And are trapped

On the inside

Out of reach

Too late for me

To pull you out

As I feel uncoordinated

A little disconnected

Did you think about

The aftermath

Is there anybody

Left in there

Hiding in your shadow

If there is

Any substance

It is likely to be me.