Look Up Poem by D.S. Bell

It stares back at me,
All the same it remains.
A poor companion
For conversation.

I would give up anything
For more than a visual exchange.
A word, a simple utterance.
Please.
Just one sound
I beg of you to make.

But we remain the same,
Looking to each other
Yet neither make for change.

As time passes on,
In comfort I set to lay,
Staring back at you
Lit by the light shade you contain;
Yellow, pale, and smooth.
Watchful of each other,
Here we remain;
All the same.