borderline good/ borderline sad

Invisible

Empty
Like the cup that lays upon the sideboard
Your gaze drifts in the half-light;
Fallen glass pedestal waiting to be seen-
Do you love me anymore?
Cracks glow like wildfire, begging
Hear me, love me, see me
Your head turned away, hands
tightening willing blindfold.
Selfish, I sit silently, sourly, as
Your lips move soft, talking of another
Job, day, child, problem,
This casual coursing of conversation
Shallow, unfitting, broken glass laying half-
Empty.