He sleeps as she lays awake in bed
he Doesn’t see her as the loneliness washes over her once again
In the darkness of the day she had just lived.
She yearns for him to want her
Washing the dishes he left by the bed
Wondering how to calm the thoughts in her head
That come crashing in as she pushes them away
“Its just another day” she’ll say
Turning the channel from love songs to politics
fighting the same battles from the start of time
She takes a deep breath and looks around her
the emptiness becoming more apparent as the world spins
eighty degrees yet shes still cold somehow
but his arms never find her, she grabs a sweater and a sip of wine
for just a small taste of sweetness, in a world of bland
he doesn’t see her hair done, her eyes lined in black, lips bright red
just for him
as he walks quietly by her.
Juxtaposition of opposing views
from cubicles and computers to compassion and care
how could it ever work?
She closes her eyes and pushes past the loss of herself
until that one song, thought or memory hits hard out of no where
unwelcome, there’s no room left for anymore hurt
as the screams radiate from the other room
reminding her of her place in this world
caring for everyone but her.
She just wants to be seen as the walls close in
and she forgets once again…
As he passes her while she struggles before him
But he doesn’t see her.
Just asks her to warm up his meal.
He doesn’t see her giving up.
as she grabs his plate to warm it silently.
He doesnt see the broken.
He sees the mess in the corner
the bills on the table the continue to pileup
sees his work to do list
the ten pounds shes gained
“you need to lose weight”
As she picks his socks up off the floor.
He doesn’t see her
Missing meals from the busy
The yearning for some sort of connection.
But he doesnt see her screaming inside
a face of composure as she fears her heart is beyond mending
he doesnt see her running. Hiding. Searching for safety.
he doesnt see her