Unexpected hugs and cuddles would be nice,
Meaningful gazes from across the room.
Going new places or on familiar drives;
We don’t do those things anymore.
Now, we are good friends and share a home,
Still have our laughs and fun too.
But this house, this time, isolates us,
It started before the pandemic. But grew.
There is such a thing as too much togetherness
We’ve lost the ability to discover the new.
The sparks only fly if I start it off,
I am tired of being the initiator all the time.
What in the world are we going to do?