Sometimes
It feels like there’s an ocean between us
Even though you’re only a few feet away
Like the little, bright screen is way more interesting than I,
Or the kids, for that matter, could ever be
You’re too plugged in to talk
Too stuck in a habit to change
To look at me
To listen to me
Without calling you at least 5 times first
And I want to say something
To break the silence
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Heavy
Suspended there
But I stop in fear.
I’m afraid that if I finally speak it aloud
If I call it for what it is
This autopilot existence
And we finally look at each other
And we finally really see
That there will be nothing left to talk about.
Uncensored Faith 