She’d stopped looking at me
when I spoke to her.
It’s been 7 years now
And she’s only grown colder.
I’m halfway through telling her about my day,
just moments after I’ve walked in.
She walks out.
I don’t know why I still take
time to care for her.
Somehow everything is on her terms now.
I’m nothing more than a slave to her.
In return, I once had warmth
but now I’m just a glorified servant.