Not Waving

You spend your time looking out
to sea.
 
I give you a wave.
No response.
 
Perhaps you’re remembering
how grand it all was for you
 
once.
What dreams you had.
 
What schemes you concocted,
both good and bad.
 
And what battles you led
(now re-enacted, in your head?).
 
These days you’re confined
and I assume you mind about that.
 
I assume you mind
a very great deal.