Like You And I Were In A Marriage? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You say I have been harsh and critical,
Aloof and seem to be unreasonably embittered.
You also make claims I have been unapproachable,
And that my actions are more like a quitter.

You say,
Whenever you come to visit my home...
I sit with very little to exchange in conversation.
And my hospitality has begun to get 'edgy'...
As if I don't want to communicate in the sharing of,
Those topics you pick.

'I see...
When was the last time you invited me,
To come to your home?
Or invited me out anywhere? '

Well...
I...uh...live in a...uh,
Neighborhood I don't particularly like.
And besides...
I like your music.
The meals you cook are delicious.
And...
Where else can I go,
To use a computer, watch anything I want on TV...
And not be disturbed by noisy neighbors.

'I see.
Like you and I were in a marriage? '

No. No...
Nothing like that.
Just good friends.