in the tears
their own tears, backed up
over the days, weeks, 3 months.
they can look at each other
but sometimes
they just
they can't
they forget to touch
and the whole house shakes with voices.
they stand far apart from each other
sitting right next to one another
the screen, the idiot box
the T V.
sitting in silence, laughing here
or arguing there
its almost like conversation.
so the hurt sits
fetid between them
explosive between them
miles and fathoms between them
and they keep themselves afloat with tears.
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