Unrequited And Sad Poem by shimon weinroth

they use the same house
but don't live together,
use the same cliches with different semantics,
fine etiquette, congenial niceties,
avert conflict and the same old arguments,

senses have died, sensetivity worn out,
feelings are memories insipid and boring,
the same domain is no longer a household,
even sparks of anger have winked out

loyalties long gone are as billowy clouds
turned to rain, washed away,
by familiarities contempt,
leave in their wake, apathy, arid and dry

rekindle the past, flog a dead horse
pump up a tubeless tire
retell old jokes and wearied stories
sane and banal, is it still safe

roofs without shingles, smokeless chimneys,
hauntng and echoing, the emptiness of indifference
harbouring only ghosts and skeletons,
walking over the graves of passion and compassion

no melancholy no nostalgia,
nor revivals, nor resurrection,
sorrows have vanished and fled,
all is limp and flaccid, having bled to death