We are living day to day as if life is on repeat.
I turnover and you're under a separate blanket,
on top of the same bed sheet.
"Good Morning." I say,
hoping you will tell me to stay.
Get out of bed and make a cup of coffee.
You can't even speak two words,
you know that kind of hurts.
We spend all day apart.
Then you come home and would rather be away,
like you have some place better to be.
I shrug my shoulders and flounder through my duties,
trying to get the kids to bed on time.
Even though I feel alone,
I know that I will be alright.
Lying down to the pure silence of the night.
Separate covers on top of the same bed sheet.
Leading different lives in the same house,
things aren't how they used to be.
Except, we're both living life on repeat.
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