I can’t hear

I can’t hear
it seems that is what’s befallen me
I can’t hear

I can’t see
it seems that is what’s befallen me
I can’t see

I walk on side streets
I pass over people
I walk without looking,
without hearing,
I forget and continue on
I fall short
I miss the mark

today I am holding your note in my hand
the note in which you say that I don’t listen to you
that I don’t see you,
that I don’t respond,
that what happens to you
and what touches you
is not important to my soul

I feel sad
peering through my window
in the day’s last golden moments
the moments that underscore the truth of all your words,
the golden truth of your emotions
the blue misery of my inward path.