A Domestic Life

We sit down for dinner, the light above us flickering
A stony silence lies between us.
A cold war version of bickering.

I try and catch your eye, but you’re looking away.
You just look so Goddamn distant
And I don’t know what to say.

I stand up deciding I have to fix this.
I walk around the table with purpose
And plant upon you a kiss.

I reach down to take your cold hand in mine
And pull you into my arms
When did you hair become so fine?

I carry you up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
We cross the threshold of our bedroom
As always you ignore the grime

I make love to you with a forceful drive
But you just lay there saying nothing.
God I wish you were still alive.