Why Can’t I Answer Her?

She asked me if i cared.

All I could do was stare at the kitchen counter.

It was supposed to be there.

That translucent vase was full of enticing flowers.

She asked me if i cared.

They were there.

I swear. They had to be.

I just turned my attention away for just a few moments.

She asked me if I cared.

They were supposed to be there.

But they weren't.

All that was there sat a container void of beauty.

She asked me if i cared.

There wasn't even water in the vase.

Not a drop.

Just a dry, barren container.

She asked me if I cared.

What did I expect?

For there to still be flowers within?

You cannot cut beauty by the stem,

place them in detainment,

add some water,

Then expect them to grow...

To flourish...

To still be alive.

She asked me if I even cared anymore.

I turned to her

And I knew....

But I couldn't find the words.

She grabbed me by my face, and

turned me towards hers.

Yet, all I saw was the empty vase staring back at me.

"Do you even love me anymore?" She asked.

And I knew I never did.