Invisible to myself

When did I become just an object to you?

When did your love turn cold and untrue?

When did that happen? Why couldn’t I see?

Why couldn’t I sense you drifting from me?

Why couldn't I see you leaving me blind?

Why couldn't I sense the change in your mind?

Why couldn’t you see me the way I saw you?

I question myself, answers elude.

Do you know what it's like to feel lost in the night?

To be invisible, even to your own sight?