When I looked at you,nI felt nothing.nOnly an emptiness,nDevoid of lovenAnd devoid of hate.nWithout any feeling at all.nI saw you and I felt nothing.nnWhen I did not see you,nYou never even crossed my mind.nOkay, that's a lie.nI wondered why my feelings for younHad all but vanished.nI didn't write love poemsnI didn't wish ill upon you.nThere was no black and no white.nOnly so much gray.nnNow I look at you.nYou still act the same.nLook the same.nAnd yet I feel nothing.nWhy is that so?nHow can my emotions have changednSo much in a mere day?nnWe spent time alonenTime I savored.nThough civil to me, I found you notnTo be of any more interest.nPerhaps I only adorenThat which hurts me,nwounds me.nnI realize there is nownA void of sorts, within me.nI can look, and I can see.nBut I don't feel.nWhere feeling once lived, now resides emptiness.nIt spans fathoms deep.