He's a shell, a shell of who he once was. I sit beside him, the man I once knew, he remains still, no reaction, he doesn't even turn to face me. Slowly, I take his hand, intertwining our fingers. His hand doesn't move, his fingers don't curl around mine, they stick upward like tiny little statues. "Hey" I greet with a bringer smile, bumping my shoulder against his, nothing, not even a jolt, I have to lean closer to make sure he's still breathing. "Come on babe, I love you, I- I really miss you". He doesn't say it back, it's nothing new I haven't heard him say it back for weeks, but it still hurts. Am "I love you". Followed by loud, deafening silence. I let go of his hand and stand up, get down to his level and look him straight in the eye. "What do I have to do to get through to you"? He doesn't even blink, just stares right through me like he doesn't see me. "Please talk to me". I lean in close my eyes and kiss him softly, he doesn't lean in, his mouth stays closed, pretty sure his eyes are still open. My lips remain on his as pent up tears fall down my face, dampening our joined lips, angry and frustrated, I push him back into the sofa and stand tall. "Gosh why are you so damn hollow"?! "Don't you care that I'm stood here, crying in front of you, trying to get you to feel something, say something, do something, anything"?! I sigh, getting down to his level again. "What happened to you"? "Please baby give me something, anything". he stands up, turns around and walks slowly out the door, closing it shut behind him. Guess he really did give me something in the end huh? Nothing at all.