They each sit in their own rooms, 

safe on their islands they choose not to wave 

she cooks when he is in bed, 

he cleans when she is at work 

the walls are thin but each of them laughs too loud 

each wanting to be heard in passing 

“We were friends once” he confesses  

“We were friends once?” She wonders 

she waits by the door until she hears him leave 

he waits in his car when he sees the lights on 

now a ghost to each that haunts the other 

a mirage that flickers in and out of existence and memory. 

Roomies til the spring

then strangers forever there after.

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