Eye

 

I am looking at the eye

At the space where the eye is meant to be.

It is blank. Dead.

Like an abandoned place.

Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t wink at me

Like it used to do.

No flashing-green come-on.

Nothing.

It has been swallowed by a black hole

Of indifference.

It isn’t as though we just met.

Why doesn’t she text, or phone?