Sink

She doesn't know when exactly it happened. For reasons that she cannot define. In the company of others but alone. Neither happy nor sad, nevermind the superlatives. Wanting, but not going for it. Some people could make the difference, but they are not aware of it. They move on, she stands rooted. Today, tomorrow, the day after. Each is different but blur into a week, month, year. One year. Not one person, nor the other. No one has any idea. Give and take, one a little, one a lot. Neither knows who more. Can she, should she, expect. Can they, should they, oblige? No and no. Unexpected. So unexpected.