She wasn’t listening again.
To me
or the TV

She was mired in
her own thoughts
creating a haven of pain
and anger
to cocoon herself in

She relishes
that anger

It separates her from me
so she need not
or react
when I reach a
hesitant hand out to touch her.

She recoils like a
vexed snake
when I speak to her.

“What are you doing for work
these days? Anything you enjoy”.

She mumbles indistinguishable
syllables that slip through my mind
and are instantly forgotten

then she snaps
“change the channel”.

It takes all the effort I have left
in me
to not walk out
on this flesh and blood being
I used to call friend

A shell of the person
I love so dearly