Hurt

Look me in the eye;
tell me why is your breath so hard, short.

Who pulled the plug
to the smile, the zest?
Who closed the door to nights
and gave you the switch
to insomniac bed lamp?

I remember you spoke of love
affection, commitment, friendship.
Are they still in your life
as you sit still
with down-cast eyes?

Look me in the eye;
tell me why is your breath so hard, short.