Zoning out.

Opt-out,

Dazed.

Surrounding voices dissolve to a hum,

faces blur and the people in your head begin

Bickering.

You forget about your eyes;

Where you are,

The population of your mind steadily rises

Until the barista calls your name.

A blink reveals the woman your eyes rested on

While you were away,

And with a quick nod you take your drink and your leave,

Without looking back at the woman you confused with a

Vacant Gaze.