She's always in the room with him, and yet
She always feels as if he is alone,
He's disconnected from her, everyone.
He only ever wanted love, a woman
For true companionship, to feel her close
Beside him, next to him, within. He feels
He must become a different one for her,
Another yet for each he knows, and so
The only man he isn't is himself.
She will not listen. He won't speak. He thinks
His silences say everything. They would --
If only she would notice them without
His making her. She watches the T.V.
As in the other room he paints. He reads
As she plays games on the computer. They
Live in the house, together, all alone.