Apathy

"Thats it we'll break
up." My mobile beeps
with your message.
I wonder if it were
the beginning of agony
or the end of a rage.

My fingers are numb.
I turn insensitive from
my wrist to thumb.
Still,
"Oh yeah am glad !"
I snap you mum.

Blood travelling through
the seemingly green
veins, I still see.
Not wasting a minute
I grab the remote
and turn off the AC.