Almost Gone

I fold his shirts but don't feel his touch. We used to

laugh, now we don't talk much. He says he's

tired, I say I'm fine. But we've been drifting for a

long, long time. We're not broken yet. But we're almost

gone. Two shadows fading, with the light still on. No slammed doors,

no words we regret. Just silence louder than it's ever been yet.

We sleep side by side but dream alone. We're not broken yet.

But we're almost gone. He eats his dinner, I pour