Drought

I want there to be a connection,

but she sends no signals

except when she sees me dressed nicely.

As if the only good or improvement is in my appearance.

I send and don't receive.

Its dead on her end.

And I'm wasting my time.

I look into her eyes and see cant look into mine.

She Wont.

There is no connection,

only dry remnants of love,

hope and dedication to what was

Hoping dead connections will magicaly reestablish themselves.