Lonely Together.

You don’t listen.

You don’t engage.

And you just can’t do it, can you?

Breathe.

Relax..

Unclench…

From the moment your eyes open,

The precious schedule preoccupies

Your racing chaotic mind.

Your smile is forced.

Rarely reaching your eyes,

Once a twin maelstrom of fire,

Now dull, no time for desire.

The money, the kids, the house, the job you never shut up about:

Fun, relaxation, togetherness – all distant fallout

Myself, my passion, my dream – a transitive nod.

I count myself ‘lucky’ if I can inspire you to stillness

Long enough to make you come.

Even before the sweat dries you’re back – on schedule.

You’ve little time for afterglow.

Barely time to bask in shared warmth or protective arms…

Function dominates your concern.

Togetherness isn’t efficient.

Am I still in love?

It’s no longer you I’m dreaming of.

Only when I’m gone, would you miss me.

When I’m sat right by you

You dismiss me