Surreal

You said something to me once.
It wasn't meant for me;
it should have been.
'I'm so tired, I don't even feel like I'm here.'
I smile as I study your face.

The words came out of your mouth,
do you honestly believe them.
That your drowsiness has somehow created
this surreal existence
that you have wondered upon.

Suddenly it is just you and I, no excapes.
I relax as your downward gaze assures me
that you are not discomforted by my presence.
Rather, you are unaware that I am the source.
As the seconds tick on like minutes,
I search your face for some life.

Sorrow overwhelms me.
You won't let it sink in.
You refuse to give into the surreality of it all.
As you go through the motions,
I search for someone who understands.