Sitting in the dark (rewrite)

I see in the dark.
Skulking, hawk-eyed,
no flicker escapes, nothing is lost
to mere imagination.
'neath dimmered twilight
blue is steel, gold more ashen
red glowers, yellow hickoried.
Life and love, beyond the glare
and glory of noonday sun,
bares baleful truths in the dying light.

I hear so keenly in the dark.
Crickets twitching to ward off cold.
The furthest dirges of nightingale's lament.
Wind snipping blades through skies taut like silk.
Time, ticking off my life.
The crack of my heart
breaking at the thought of you
inextricably embedded within
yet so distant, irretrievable.

I watch you round blind corners.
Camouflaged in night black
I track your empty thought bubbles
trailing like ghosts, belying lost dreams.
In darkened distance I trace your pacing
through meaningless minutiae.
I hear you in the deep echoes.
Sighs you dare not sigh
the creak of each enforced smile
the muffled donning of masks
to hide your secret malfunction.

You prickle and I pause,
fearing discovery
as both hearts skip a beat;
until you resume, oblivious to scrutiny.
I am relegated to muted shadow.

I scream at you in silence,
knowing I could never declare
words I must swallow;
unspoken thoughts, mouthed across
the wide expanse of our separateness;
alighting on your blindness,
pounding on your deafness.

Heaving from the effort
of my immobility,
my invisibility,
I am spent,
just sitting here in the dark.