Married you say,
at least you admit it.
Lonely you say,
for someone to talk to.
Sleep in separate beds you say,
sadly there is no longer sex.
Lonely you say,
in search of company.
A conversation about the day,
turns into metaphors for sexual
desire.
A chance meeting you say,
turns into daily conversations.
Not involved you say,
yet you are here every day and night.
Not love you say,
just virtual time.
Not real you say.
I say,
nothing left to say…
