Two people in one room
yet each feel alone
in their own world.
He's thinking of the increased
heating bill.
She's thinking of the increased
distance between them.
As he flips through the channels
with a half-conscious stare
he wonders what the future holds...
more unpaid bills
more collection notices.
As she scrawls her emotions
into an old tablet of paper
she wonders what the future holds...
more silence
more shared loneliness.
He looks at her and feels guilty
for not providing more.
She looks at him and feels guilty
for not knowing how to bridge
the distance between them.
No words are spoken.
He just flips the channel.
She just writes a poem.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shared-loneliness-2/
