Here In The Gutter

Did it ever cross your mind?

Flitting in and back out, like dust motes in waning sunlight.

Thoughts begin and end without a word spoken,

Much like a breeze along the forest floor,

The stirring makes a noise but there are no ears to hear it.

Does my pleading voice follow suit?

Falling upon uncaring ears above a cold heart.

Although loose lips smile, the eyes hold the truth.

I am numb to your torment, for your hold is no longer.

For love now resides where once was disdain,

Down here in the gutter.