We only really come alive
in front of deadened roar of others,
canned laughs still rouse us to sardonic smiles,
while tortuous plots free up our sneers.
Looking carefully ahead, not at each other,
each lost in our singular, unshareable thoughts.
We gossip about them in a semblance of emotion
so trite we stop caring long before the sentence ends.
As unadventurous as last night’s dinner
no miracle can reheat.
Not facing or squaring the truth and the gape,
ever silent we cling to our sofa
and the myth of our togetherness.
findingtimetowrite 
Reblogged this on Of Glass & Paper and commented:
Tolerance, or passivity?…
Fear of rocking the boat?
Sailing against the wind maybe? I don’t watch much, busy writing or reading (or tweeting!) but I do watch sport and the occasional film. By far we (She and me) prefer the cinema,,, Love the way you write 🙂
Wow, I really like this, especially “As unadventurous as last night’s dinner
no miracle can reheat.” God, that’s a powerful line.
Thank you. Comes from years of observing middle-aged couples. And eating re-heated dinners.
Ouch! Anyone whose been in a long term relationship will get this.
I used to look at my parents and think: ‘I’ll never end up like this…’