I send out silent messages across the room.
Look at me. Behave. Talk to me.
All night paging you, and you don't answer.
I tilt my head, looking at you silently as you talk, laugh, own the room.
(I can't imagine why I thought I could get through to you.)
My eyes blink secret thoughts I want you to hear, things I would likely never say:
I like you. I like you a lot. And: Please notice me.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock ticking, think of you. It's what, 9:00? I can't think of anything else to do but go to sleep. My bed feels empty, even
though we've never shared it. I am carrying the cavity of your oblivion around me.
I've been paging you all evening and you just don't get the message.