Disappointed

Chatter. Sentences upon scentences flow out of my mouth as i paint a picture of the topic i love so much. Nod. I watch as your head bounces up and down in accordance with the words that i say. This is it; everything so perfect. Me talking as usual and having you here with me, as it should be. Except, that you're not. You never were. I've known you long enough to know when you've sent me to your brains voicemail. To know when you put your body on autopiolt. Dim. My hands movements slow as the light leaves my eyes, and you stare past me still with that never changing expression and constant nod of your head. It's okay...i'm used to it, but i do wonder where you go when you make me feel subsidiary. I do hope its somewhere worth going, if not i'll be disappointed...