Living together but not.

Coexisting in the same world.

Being a family in just the name.

Alone together, it’s all the same.

Two different lives in the same home.

One might be happy while one is alone.

Saying we need to get out of this town.

Needing action soon or we might drown.

Choosing together but drifting apart.

Slowly losing what started it all.

Floating on the cracked solid ground.

See what needs fixing, look around.

Being lonely is one thing.

Being alone is another.

It seems this is love’s trademark.

Walking alone in the dark.