No Lights On

He looked like a man
Handsome and rugged
An inattentive look
From a stoic face
That only shares sarcasm

She asked him
“How do I look in this new dress?”
As she does a Marilyn Monroe swoosh
Without as much as a glance her way
He says “fine, okay”.

“Are you really sure?”, she asks
Now more seriously,
“What do you really think?”
“I’ve told you a million times-
Yea, just fine, why do you need so much reassurance?.”

It is like the final drum role
She feels way beyond the days of disappointment
She had truly believed there was some substance
Not just a masculine action figure

Yearning for connection
She realizes he is completely unplugged
If she were to drain the bathtub (metaphorically containing his engagement)
Little would be released

He is confused by what she wants
And searches through a multiple choice schema
Of what might please or get her off of his back,
Let him rest his feet instead of stretching his mind

He is probably running scared
Knowing he can’t keep up with the program
But, why now, must she interrogate so deeply
He believes he loves her and comes home to her, isn’t that enough?

Confusing to a committed spouse
How a partner could be so removed
From his own self
Her only remaining question-
How disconnected was she to have not believed it sooner.