Alive (?)

You don't smile when you look at me.
You don't enjoy when you talk to me.
And, you simply don't care about it.
Because, you are full of joy, full of life
And you won't share any with me.

I see you. I feel your presence.
But, you don't cross me any more.
Times do change. It always happens
But, it's different this time around.
People come, and people may go,
But, it isn't as simple anymore.

When you speak, your words feel hollow.
When you exhale, the air feels dry.
Your eyes seem to lose their sparkle
And yet, somehow, you are alive.
But not for me. Not at all.