crime of dispassion

arrested emotions
cuffed
at the station,
sitting on a hard
bench,
awaiting
confinement
in a dark cold
cell.
neither love
or disappointment
seeps out
of your pores.
only silence screams
of your guilt.
you show nothing
to the judge,
or jury
of your peers,
especially not to
me, the key witness
in this crime
of dispassion.
what other choice
is there,
but to find another.