This is the first poem I have ever written and I would be so grateful if you were to read it or give me feed back. Thankyou!

Stare

I threw you a glance.
Obvious? Perhaps.
Desperate? Infinately.
The stare we held, once warm, now chilled.
Dead? Dead beyond that pursed pupil, that useless retina.
A stale, repulsive undercurrent forces me to look away.
Yet I remain, staring, desperate, dumb; before your very eyes.