By Deli, bond_girl007@hotmail.com
Date: 16 October 1998

A Strange Shade of Violet

This much is true:
You don't want me here tonight.

Time hasn't changed you at all.
Your grim stare, your hard mouth,
your quiet voice, your practiced lines.
You seem to look at me with unseeing eyes,
tinged with a strange shade of violet 
from your contact lenses.

I feel like I should say something,
anything, to break this deafening silence.
You walk past me to the door
and I might as well have been absent. 
I never thought you could be so cold, 
so unfeeling.
My palm itched to slap that indifference off your face.

"I hate you," I say.
You wince, but offer me no apology.
No explanations, no excuses.
Just a shrug and a downcast look.
I close my eyes and feel my soul suffocate.

"I love you." I whisper.
But you closed the door without hearing.