Look Me In The Eye.

You stood there looking straight at me.
Holding out the big bouquet.
The one that was supposed to make it all ok
But you used to look straight into me - not just at me.
You used to look inside of me and know me.
Understand me.
I stand there staring straight back at you,
watch your hand fall slowly to your side.
The bouquet slips out.
Gradually.
Rejected.
It doesn't make a noise as it hits the ground.
The door doesn't make a sound either.