no longer lovers

there is no
humor

in it. the smiles have
slipped away,
once easily found.

we are ships
plowing dark seas
in the hall

bumping hulls.

hardly friends,
no longer lovers.

no longer asking each other
what's for dinner.

did anyone call?

we take
turns with the hot water.
we are polite
in our absence.

we think of others.
we drink our coffee alone

with the unread paper
on the deck.

we ponder.

we ponder a lot, about
what's next.