when you come back I am silent

pretending I am above you.

my day is unchanged and I do

not think all that much about you.

I am surely too smart for all

this, so I can see straight through you.

until you try anything and

everything to make me see you.

but I don’t care if my room’s cold

or if my door is closed by you.

I’ll switch on the heater, open

the door and walk away from you.

now you’re bitter and brutal–

making it hard to ignore you

to the point where I somehow wish

Death may again discover you

so that after all this time you

may finally die once and for

all, and let me start to mourn you.