young couple at the bar

you see them at the bar.
a young couple, married for a while.
her ring is thick with
diamonds, the glare and glow
obvious
as she holds her phone in her hand.
staring into its abyss.
and the husband,
too, looking into his,
there is food in front of them,
plates,
dishes, and glasses forks and knives
but they are a million miles away.
there was once love there.
romance, talking.
listening, staring into one another's
eyes and wondering
about the night ahead,
the romance, the seduction, the craving
for love, for acceptance,
for sex.
and now this.
at the bar, filling a Friday night with
what.
with ambivalence, the hunt over,
the game up.
the years ahead,
a desert, an ocean, a drowning
of what was.