Indifference

He thinks to himself that he’s been rating

A good day

As one in during which she is merely indifferent to him.

A day where she nods and then gives a peck on the cheek,

Pours her own coffee,

Sits next to him and reads a book,

And asks him how his day is going

And acknowledges his response with a sideways glance,

And he feels a subtle, yet inexplicable relief knowing that the sadness he emitted,

Ever so obliquely,

Did not penetrate her comprehension

And he and she are left to spend another day in blissful unhappiness.