Last time our lips touched-
our bodies entwined-
you felt,
to me,
a stranger.

I sit,
you sleep
hours passed,
I have not the heart
to sleep next to you.

was it me
or you
that woke one morning
and changed the game?
I'm beginning to think
it was both
that said
that felt
'there is no passion here'

I
feel no burden
no guilt
for stolen kisses
and dinner dates
you
simply ignoring
barely notice
I still live
inches away
we
are not speaking
or laughing
or jibing
just existing
where the other
also happens to be existing
time
is ticking on
the alarm will ring
and neither of us
will have anything
to say.