Bearing into the sentence drifting in midair.
Somewhere between understanding and judging.
The pause.
The absolute blank stare.
I'm always waiting for the reaction.
My circus act allows room for it, but not obviously so.
As I spill from one sentence into the next, hoping for an interruption....but alas, only a blank stare.
Not only from their eyes, but their very soul.
They don't care.
In fact, they are probably analyzing escaping from this conversation.
What, in theory, their next task to accomplish will be.
Boy, don't I feel important....
Tink, tink, tink. Is anyone in there?
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
There's never the honest reaction, just the taught one.
Excuse me. Oh, I'm sorry. Fine. Gasp. Sigh. Tsk.
Where's the reality?
The compassion?
The relationship?
Where's the look in your eyes that shows nothing NEEDS to be said because I already know what your soul is saying.
Where's that look?
It's too late to apologize by the time you realize that 13 full days have gone by.
You realize.
You realize what she said.
That she was hinting, inclining, and word dropping.
But you stepped right over her pile of cries.
Her plea for affirmation, inspiration and confrontation.
You had better things to accomplish.
But now....it's too late.
1/25/11