the cold light of day

she doesn't
communicate well.
sometimes when you
ask her
a question, she'll
ignore it
and turn her head
to look out
the window,
or go back to reading
a book.
an hour later, she
might say yes,
or no, or shrug.
it's hard to be in
love with a flower
that is silent,
and sad,
wilting in the sun
of her fading
youth. the shadows
are long
and icy when near
her. how can you
love someone so
distant and absent
of empathy or
humor. sexless. how?
you aren't sure,
but it happened.
which says as much
about you as it
does about her.