separate rooms

after cross words 

we find
ourselves
in separate rooms
down the hall, behind closed
doors.

it's a hollow feeling
to be left
alone with the one you
love so close,
so far away with so many
things unresolved.
it's what we've learned to do.
mothers and fathers
teaching us, leaving us
like this, taking us
back into
the dark places we have
known.

still children lost

in silence,  not quite,

or maybe never

grown.