Disconnection

I've been losing touch, slowly, slowly,
haven't heard your voice in so many days.
If everything shuts down,
will you remember me?
Or will you cast me off in one swift motion?

My future is unknown,
yet still I say—
give me a small space inside your heart.

You've forgotten me now,
perhaps I'm not that important.
Still I sit here,
right in front of you, and yet—
look how vast this distance has become!

I see you busy, weary, indifferent,
you don't look up—not even once!
I sit waiting, book in hand,
for just a sliver of your gaze.

If you won't meet my eyes,
then I can't show you—
how deep this ache has buried itself in me.