Two people in one room <br />yet each feel alone <br />in their own world. <br /> <br />He's thinking of the increased <br />heating bill. <br />She's thinking of the increased <br />distance between them. <br /> <br />As he flips through the channels <br />with a half-conscious stare <br />he wonders what the future holds... <br />more unpaid bills <br />more collection notices. <br /> <br />As she scrawls her emotions <br />into an old tablet of paper <br />she wonders what the future holds... <br />more silence <br />more shared loneliness. <br /> <br />He looks at her and feels guilty <br />for not providing more. <br />She looks at him and feels guilty <br />for not knowing how to bridge <br />the distance between them. <br /> <br />No words are spoken. <br />He just flips the channel. <br />She just writes a poem.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shared-loneliness-2/
