Together, but lonely
Your eyes to the ceiling
Mine to the floor
Counting a thousand differences, nothing uniting us
Under same roof, but miles apart
Alone and alone
One for one's self
You, coming; Me, leaving
Together, but lonely
My heart shrinks and hugs itself, never reaching into the living space
You hold back yours, and we lose connection
The deeper we go, thinking we living
The shallower we get, 'cause we dying
Spoke three times last year
This year, twice
Shallow and Shallow
Dying and Dyi...
No.
We aren't really dying
Because we aren't really living
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Physically together but no connect of the mind. There is no love and care. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.