I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment
letting the silence fill up the space
as I wonder what happened to us.
We used to be inseparable,
but now we’re ghost, haunting each other
waiting on faith like Jack and Rose
onboard the Titanic.
I wonder if one our cats could talk,
what they would say?
They probably would say what we were
too scared to say.
That this is over.
There’s no going back.
You can’t put a Band Aid
in a gaping hole.
So, I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment.
Between us an ocean of unhappiness
waiting for a life raft.