You stood with your back
against the wall, eyes
peering at the floor.

I, appearing motionless,
on the bed, eyes
watching you from across the room.

All that we knew before
vanished somewhere,
taken flight.

I received new eyes,
no longer seeing
who I thought you were

somewhere in the recent past.
You became blind,
sightless in the face

of tangible despair,
unmoved by that which
you could not perceive.

We pass by each other now,
I think, but fail to
discover anything recognizable.