Whenever she asks him a question

Whenever she asks him a question
he has a trance he goes into. It’s
like he left the room, like he’s
in another country where day and
night are different than this place,
this room, this moment where she
sits looking at his blanked face,
his vacated body, his refusal to be
a response to anything she has in
mind. She looks at him, waiting for
him to come back, wondering how
she’ll ever find out what she needs
to know, moment to moment, day by
day, year after year will be like
this. All her future shows in this
voided moment, all her future.