By Omission

I open my phone as I open my eyes

Good morning

Here’s what you missed!

Before consciousness comes

Like a friend you’ve wronged

Sitting at your lunch table

Quietly

The sting of confrontation is nowhere near

As enjoyable

In the moment

As numbness

So that makes me a bully

By omission

I watch reality

Out of the corner of my eye

As she eats

So sure she’s waiting for me

To say something

But I don’t–

And she moves on

Without me