Evidence

It wasn't that
                        you threw my towel
                        carelessly, thoughtlessly
                        to the floor
                        It was how
                        you walked out of the room
                        and absentmindedly
                        left it there
                        It's not because
                        you sat on the couch
                        while I frittered about
                        cleaning and organizing
                        despite my very tired soul
                        It is the way
                        you proclaim your day
                        in some way to be
                        more tiresome,
                        more important
                        with a single, silent stare
                        It did not matter
                        that you rushed them off to bed
                        without a word, a kiss
                        a song or a prayer
                        I am very well aware...
                        It did mean something else -
                        you proved once again
                        that your absent presence
                        in their lives
                        surrounds them like
                        a cold, stale air
                        I did not miss
                        the sweet scent of flowers
                        to replace the empty side of my bed
                        I did long for
                        a hidden love note
                        or some obvious clue
                        that my memory
                        was still in your head
                        I did not place
                        false consistent hope
                        or fleeting faith
                        in the Eagles Wings that soared
                        I did observe
                        that the pomp and circumstance
                        of fame, pride and glory
                        are what you really adored
                        I did not break or bend
                        when my body and mind collapsed
                        and finally fell like rain
                        I did cry myself
                        into a drowning endless despair
                        while the showers quietly
                        disguised my pain
                        I did not notice
                        thirteen years or more
                        had passed without
                        a permanent change in your view
                        But I did realize
                        that you would never try
                        to fully comprehend and cherish
                        the value of the little things.
                        It will not touch you
                        that I wrote this poem
                        to share with you
                        my dreams and deepest fears
                        But you will feel it
                        when I pack my bags and leave
                        to be with the one
                        who will always dry my tears...

                        The one who knows about the little things